a necromancer and a priestess walk into a confessional

[fefellocaelum]

catch-all for the dipshittery for these two. god help them both.

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[fefellocaelum]

[Amaya should have known that she was being led right into a trap with this. But thankfully, it's Zvei; she hates to say it, but the man is damn good to her in his own way, and it's strange how much Amaya trusts him. It's not even a proper sense of trust, really, more akin to...

An understanding. That she knows he could end up hurting her, and she knows that it can happen. Just as she knows she could hurt him, though mostly physically; emotions are a strange thing between the two of them and she knows it, and she's not as good at reading him as she'd like. There's still much that she doesn't know, but as she kisses him fiercely, it's only a minor inconvenience if anything. Some part of her broken mind does prefer him this way, she finds, whether it's due to the fact that he can make her feel this or not. It wouldn't be...fun, she supposes, if he weren't.

Which is why her kisses trail down his jaw briefly, down further until she reaches a strong part of his neck and elects to sink her teeth into it.

She's always had slightly sharp teeth due to the Dragon's power and influence, so despite the fierceness of the bite, she shows an incredible amount of control to not break the skin of his neck. He can likely feel those sharp teeth though, barely held back as she attempts to mark him. May as well give him a few bruises for his insolent comments, even if she's sure that giving him any free reign with his mouth is a mistake. Her hands move, though, one looping around his back and the other settling against his chest as her nails dig into his back. Not quite raking down it yet, but implying a possibility.

She should hate this man, and the boiling anger she feels. But here she is, hoping those tentacles drive her mad so she can pay him back for it fiercely, as she comes up for air after leaving a mark.]

Do you wish to apologize...?