Send me ┼ for my muse's reaction to walking in on your muse19: asleepACCEPTING.

       hedoes not sleep, nor can he be said to LOVE or    FEAR but blends gracefully intosocietal constraints with clipped hair and white gold cuff links----but, alas,night has fallen and anonymity waned and he feels more and more treacherous,just like anyother good human soul.further yet, he sees in the mirror the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out:hollowed bones and hungry, hungry eyes tinctured              only with a want for violence.these eyes soon                        find themselves on a sleeping form.

 WAKE UP! wake up and CAST him OUT, even if he reaches out with an arm to sink hisweight onto the mattress, the other hand grasping effortlessly the roiled sheetsto pull up and over her naked shoulders. it would ignite, on the inside, warmthon her belly that keeps her from the cold---- there's always next time, he says to himself; he has noproblem espying the vulnerabilities of the universe and a snoozing goddess tohim,                               WAS NOT WORTH HARMING.

     Left unsure how to approach the temple, the succubus just moved forward, an offering of hearts wrapped in blood soaked cloth left upon the demoness’ alter. Virgo had never really done this before, so she just stepped back, bowing her head and whispering the name of the woman she sought for.