Different forms of chaos exist within us

Another shiver shook her body. This time from both the cold and fear. “I…I don’t know how I g-got here.” She replied, her voice shaking from the cold as she wrapped both her arms and wings around herself, hoping to to keep warm. “I think s-someone played a cruel t-trick on me.”

Embrace the Chaos Different forms of chaos live within us...

this can either be aggressive or flirty. the context of why is entirely up to you and for you to specify if you'd like!

❛ Tell me what I did wrong. ❜

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Dr. Beuscher written in February 1963, featured in The Letters of Sylvia Plath

Werewolf by Frank Frazetta

Ornate Roman pugio uncovered in 2019 near Haltern am See in what is now Germany. 1st-2nd century AD

"I can't tell if you if you're leading me on again," Michael smiled, rolling his eyes as Nicky passed him. He resisted the urge to swat her on the ass, but they had to at least keep up the illusion of professionalism.

"When have I ever led you on? I've always meant what I said. Not my fault you think it's an act." Bottom lip protruded, her lashes batted. "I'm wounded."

The vampire laughed and followed her with his eyes. "Hey, but you've heard about my… reputation, sweetie." His grey eyes shone with mystery and just a hint of lust. If she wanted to play, he would oblige.

Donna's blood went cold almost instantly. If Chaos was referring to revene against the Amazons, and he thought she'd be sympathetic- he had another thought coming to him. The Amazons bore a love deeper than any magical coercion. For these who had been her sisters and mother all her life, she would give up anything. Even this particularly engrossing creature. "I should go. Don't expect me to return," she said, reaffirming what she ought to have done from the start. She backed away and left beyond the walls and seals that hemmed Chaos in.

They weren't sure where the bravery to offer making out with Puck had come from. Or had it been audacity? Hubris, more like. Whatever had pushed them to voice even this small fraction of their desires, they couldn't take it back now. Well, maybe they could have, but they didn't to. So they pushed down their fears and doubts as best they could and held Puck's feline gaze.

Puck exhaled and moved forward to stroke Alex's cheek. "If we do this, you might have to spend a life with me in faerie." His feline eyes sparkled as they drew closer. "You've heard the stories, I gather, but I could always make it worth your while." His pointed hands dropped to Alex's hip as he looked into their eyes.