#labbatu

❛ i might start believing in god now. ❜ it's a playful lie, but maybe she'll take its advice. probably not, but maybe.

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zora gives a little bit of an understanding nod. "yeah, i imagine after a while it all just kind of blends together into whatever. but uh.. here's some sketches for the moment at least."

if that doesn’t feel incredible. easily, simply because of the fact that there is a receptive madness that sets every nerve aflame. wolfin’s arm digs hard around her waist and holds her close with no measure of tenderness, and she moans shakily into it, whimpering in a choked noise.

throat bares, shamelessly, she lives for the violence of what love is, and the love of what violence can be. a mark that’s beloved and kept close, adored infinitely and trusted behind a thin choker that won’t even conceal it by half. selina sinks a hand deep into thick curls.

“oh harder.”

the good doctor’s brow raises in a delicate motion, staring decisively at wolfin without a single measure of fear on he face. calm, vibrant blue eyes roll, an emphatic mouth breaking into a sardonic smile. a snort follows suit without fail. it is how she is, after all. one for sarcastic bemusement. surprisingly more tolerant than you would imagine.

“you know, in spite of what parents teach, that word isn’t an automatic in to whatever you feel like getting away with.”

this is untrue. they both understand the coercive nature of that word. it works surprisingly well on the foolish or the unwitting.