Violence and lust tend to mingle with one another with her. You hurt the ones you love, as they say.
The fingers felt quite nice. Not many get the privilege of touching her hair, and Grell had forgotten how wonderful it could be. The reaction to them was subtle. A muscle movement of encouragement.
"My happy dagger~! To rust in its sheath is a purpose worth seeking." She grinned, lifting up a hand to brush aside the overgrown fringe. "A timeless end for a timeless being? Nay, that end never near, but the TASTE ever so close. Mine honor is at your discretion." There was a dry chuckle after. "Whatever is left of it."
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The fingers felt quite nice. Not many get the privilege of touching her hair, and Grell had forgotten how wonderful it could be. The reaction to them was subtle. A muscle movement of encouragement.
"My happy dagger~! To rust in its sheath is a purpose worth seeking." She grinned, lifting up a hand to brush aside the overgrown fringe. "A timeless end for a timeless being? Nay, that end never near, but the TASTE ever so close. Mine honor is at your discretion." There was a dry chuckle after. "Whatever is left of it."