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Okay…how about…Sherlock Holmes? I love those stories.

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Huan:

     physical  intimacy  was  never  something  the  celestial  phoenix  shied  away  from,  for  it  settled  a  desire  for  tactile  touch  that  ached  within  her  cosmic  ribcage.  the  celestial  palace  was  oft  a  lonely  place,  a  decadently  furnished  yet  indisputably  desolate  cage.  when  not  holding  court,  the  palace  lacked  color  &&  life.  the  extravagant  furnishing  did  little  to  hide  the  distinct  feeling  of  clinical  polish.  were  it  not  for  the  sparse  bursts  of  homely  comfort,  one  would  be  hard-pressed  to  think  of  the  palace  as  anything  but  a  showroom.  an  empty  husk  meant  only  to  host  court  with  her  cosmic  subjects. 

     the  same  could  not  be  said  for  the  empress's  living  suite.  though  still  decadently  furnished,  it  held  a  distinct  warmth  &&  liveliness  that  the  rest  of  the  palace  did  not.  woolen  blankets  draped  across  the  couch,  a  cluttered  mess  of  domestic  legislature  &&  personal  correspondence  covered  the  coffee  table.  However,  most  notably,  a  well-loved  chaise  situated  by  a  sweeping  window  that  outlooked  the  ethereal  garden  tended  to  by  none  other  than  the  empress  herself.  this  private  corner,  tucked  away  from  cosmic  chaos,  offered  a  much-needed  reprieve,  a  space  for  the  celestial  phoenix  to  just  breathe. 

  [ CHAIR ]: the distinct lack of available chairs in a room results in the sender having no choice but to sit in the receiver's lap. @ninctailcd

       this  sacred  space  was  not  oft  disturbed,  for  most  guests  were  welcomed  in  the  guest  suites.  rúyì,  though  an  honored  guest  &&  treated  as  such,  had  long  since  been  a  close  friend  &&  cherished  companion  to  the  empress.  fox  &&  phoenix  could  oft  be  found  tangled  together,  a  mess  of  dark  hair  &&  silken  flesh  encircled  together.  with  the  freedom  to  move  about  the  empress's  suites  as  she  saw  fit  when  she  visited,  the  vulpine  woman  oft  made  herself  comfortable  wherever  she  saw  fit. 

     the  empress  found  herself  in  one  such  situation  as  bone-deep  exhaustion  settled  heavily  ‘pon  her  slender  shoulders.  her  dim,  amber  gaze  briefly  flitted  about  the  room  before  it  settled  on  rúyì.  plush  lips  briefly  pulled  into  a  pout  before  she  padded  toward  the  other,  flinging  herself  into  her  lap  without  a  word.  slender  arms  encircled  the  other’s  supple  waist  as  hyeon  buried  her  face  in  her  stomach,  tension  slowly  fading  away.

     ❝  murder  is  a  perfectly  reasonable  response  to  such  idiocy.  i  had  thought  us  past  such  childish  squabbling,  but  'twould  seem  that  my  court  is  set  to  prove  my  assumptions  wrong  at  every  turn.  ❞

❝ Hurt me? ❞

The male's eyebrow arched as high as it could at the notion that any one being could hurt him. Sure, a handful of them existed, and Amarantha had been one of them---but only because she had tricked him into relinquishing his powers to her. Now that he was unbound and back at full potential, he would unleash the full fury of his shadows upon the world before letting himself or his loved ones get hurt again.

It was with that notion that he studied her ring, head cocked idly to the side as he took in the sight of her. He'd seen rings not unlike the one she wore before, but that was hardly cause for alarm or awe either way to the High Lord of the Night Court.

❝ Who are you, then? And what, pray tell, makes you so convinced you have the capability to hurt me? ❞