For a brief moment, heart shape irises form onto those amber eyes. Blinks blinks, resisting the urge to fucking SMASH her face in that body.
It must be squishy, right? Heavenly?
"Oh no! Do you want tea, or medicine!?" Malkuth questions, trying to return eyes contact.
Rita.xn--6ii
what does chat think.
fyi, ask to ship has a high chance of saying no. I used to write Roland and Yesod many moons ago, so I am crazy picky.
[ ENGAGMENT START ! WARNING UNUSUAL ABNORMALITY LOCATED ON FLOOR OF HISTORY! ]
Sparks flick & light.
No harm is done to the assistants, nor novels, keeping them safe.
Moths dance, curating a haze.
One lands onto Ishmael's forme.
[ SUCCESS CHECK | FAIL? : RESULTS
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