What's that? A day late? Not if you want to keep seeing her like this, she isn't. Just pretend it's still Sunday.
๐๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ค๐๐ซ๐
@circledbysins.bsky.social
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โง ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. โง
โง I am so god-damn bone-deep exhausted. I could sleep for a week and I doubt it would be enough.
Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to his forehead. It felt as it always did, which was of some relief. "I can look into breaking this enchantment, should more help be needed. Though I know you have many of great power under your command."
โI hope so too,โ he says, leaning his head gently into her hand. His voice had not changed, which further added to the aforementioned disconnect. โIt would at least make this a little worthwhile. The ritual to reverse this curse should be prepared soonโฆ I have the Prophets gathering whatโs needed.โ
"Your appearance suggests a bubbliness and youth that... Well, don't match your eyes," she noted. Cupping the immortal's cheeks, she looked deeply into said eyes for a long moment. "I hope it frightens others, this disconnect."
โOh, I do not disagree. I feelโฆโ he gestures with one hand. โUnlike myself. My voice and my manners do not match what this appearance conveys.โ
"Cute, but I'm more a fan of... Well, you. The previous you. With the long, dark hair. We matched better that way."
โMaterial form appears to be something of a suggestion to me. It should pass come tomorrow.โ
โห๊ฉ๏ฝก๐ด๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โห๊ฉ๏ฝก๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ โห๊ฉ๏ฝก๐ต๐๐๐๐๐๐ โห๊ฉ๏ฝก๐ซ๐ด๐บ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โห๊ฉ๏ฝก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ (๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐) โห๊ฉ๏ฝก๐ด๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โห๊ฉ๏ฝก๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โห๊ฉ๏ฝก ๐ด๐ฐ๐ต๐ถ๐น๐บ ๐ซ๐ต๐ฐ โห๊ฉ๏ฝก๐บ๐๐๐ ๐ช๐๐๐๐
"๐ต๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐ฐ'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐."
แ แ แ ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ณ ใ คแ ใ คแ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต ใ คแ ใ คแ ใ คแ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐จ๐ฆ แ แ แ ใ คแ ใ คแ ใ คแ ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ข๐๐จ๐ฅ แ แ แ ใ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค ๐๐จ ๐๐ง๐๐ฉ๐๐จ ใ แ แ แ แ แ แ แ แ
Well, now isn't this a curious sight. Such a colorful woman, such big, expressive eyes, with none of the fear or reverence usually directed at her. Quite refreshing, actually. "What do we have here? A wanderer, lost in the woods? Or something a bit more interesting...?"
Eyeing @circledbysins.bsky.social curiously, slowly making her way towards her. She's so pretty. . . Neeko wants to gently hold her wings.
Aw, how kind of him. It certainly feels more official than having to creep in, at least.
Time for bed. Iโll be leaving the door open for bedroom calls.
No need to apologize, dear. I've got some herb chicken in the oven, some rice on the stove, and salad mixed.
Itโs been a busy day, I do apologize.
"Oh? And what, my dear, might we become?" The tone she uses is calm, almost casual. However the gleam in her amethyst eyes belies her true curiosity. Laying her other hand atop Hoxton's, there's a clear patience in her form. Even should he wish not to divulge anything further, she won't push him.
"You're not wrong about me. I don't deny it. But that's not what worries me. It's not about the appearances. Rather... I'm worried of what we might become." He knew he should elaborate on that, the phrasing alone practically insists upon it. Yet, he says nothing further for now.
Finding herself to be quite comfortable on his lap, the Aspect offers a soft hum in response. Sliding one arm over his shoulder, letting it rest there, Morgana appears quite relaxed. "I'm glad to hear that. I wouldn't mind making myself comfortable on your lap more often, you know. Unless you're -
and gives a relaxed sigh. "Oh, very much so. I could get used to this," he says afterward.
As if she couldn't imagine any other outcome, she's moving toward him as soon as he begins to speak. There's no ceremony to it, she simply makes herself comfortable, sitting sideways on him due to her wings. "Much better. Comfortable?"
โOh, Morganaโ Iโd.. very much enjoy having you there.โ He tries to keep cool, but her response was bolder than heโd expected, and by the way he had to pause to find the words, itโs clear heโs affected by it. Thereโs a gleam in his eyes.
"My presence alone isn't enough? You'll simply have to deal with me sitting in your lap, then."
โSeduce me.โ
omega Given my recent lack of time and a longer standing lack of muse for Morgana (along with most of the people I originally wrote with vanishing) it may be time to either mark this account for a hiatus or to flip it. I'm not sure which.
No, no, no. This is no threat. This is a promise. A demand, even. The witch has a need for time with her wife that will not be ignored any further.
Oh? Such a daring threat.~
She's binding the bird. No more work tonight. Morgana is owed a lot of hugs and kisses. She intends to make up for lost time.
Pretty bird wife.~ She has missed her as well.
Pretty bird? Pretty wife bird? She has been terribly missed.
Hoot. The owl is back. It is quite lonely in her 'nest.'
With heat like this, where else should I be hiding out? Your mistake is in not joining me sooner. #SeductiveSunday
With heat like this, where else should I be hiding out? Your mistake is in not joining me sooner. #SeductiveSunday
Blue Eyed Samurai THE ONRYO Made of Mixed Metal ใI have no interest in money or power. I have no interest in being happy; only satisfied. ใ