[ well texas might hate this place but so far to lappland this may as well be somewhat of a fantasy come true, twistedly. dealing with things like drugged food and drink... it may as well be somewhat a fact of life in siracusa if you're enough of a target and you have enough hitmen after you, like she does. resort accommodations whether they're in the basement or not may as well be the high life to a vagrant who's camped for long out in the wilderness. the threat of getting statuified may as well be boring compared to oripathy, she sure can't fuck her infection away.
but she might for texas, apparently. her grin is somewhat secretive as she turns texas' hand in hers, caressing over her palm, raking her claws over skin. seeing that mark may as well just instantly make her worse on principle, as much as she'd make some effort to turn texas off from offering a room.
of course she wants it. of course she wants... so much. so fucking much. texas should probably know it. this mark is doing something to her or whatever or maybe she's already been drugged during five months or who knows or cares what the hell's happened. the disgusting feelings burning in her gut, the twist in her chest, she'll just leave it unsaid, she'd be surprised if texas wouldn't know at least a little of what she wants. ]
What does it really take to satisfy it?
[ surely not just cute nice hand holding, like this possibly counts. but she wants to hear texas say it.
she always wants to be with her, almost always, with the instability of her sickness and her dedication and... there's a part of her that constantly thinks about, someday, truly giving up on texas. but even she's not sure if she ever really would. ]
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but she might for texas, apparently. her grin is somewhat secretive as she turns texas' hand in hers, caressing over her palm, raking her claws over skin. seeing that mark may as well just instantly make her worse on principle, as much as she'd make some effort to turn texas off from offering a room.
of course she wants it. of course she wants... so much. so fucking much. texas should probably know it. this mark is doing something to her or whatever or maybe she's already been drugged during five months or who knows or cares what the hell's happened. the disgusting feelings burning in her gut, the twist in her chest, she'll just leave it unsaid, she'd be surprised if texas wouldn't know at least a little of what she wants. ]
What does it really take to satisfy it?
[ surely not just cute nice hand holding, like this possibly counts. but she wants to hear texas say it.
she always wants to be with her, almost always, with the instability of her sickness and her dedication and... there's a part of her that constantly thinks about, someday, truly giving up on texas. but even she's not sure if she ever really would. ]