[ how lucky for lappland, w seems to think 'bitch' is a term of endearment. maybe it doesn't come across that way now, when w is swatting a rough hand across lappland's constricted breasts for having the audacity to want it worse, but maybe there's something to the meeting of their gazes after all. something close to recognition, to respect, even as w's counting the notches of her ribs, feeling for which will be the easiest to break first. (the answer is all of them, she's a consummate fucking professional.)
she'd pretended she didn't know lappland earlier, when texas mentioned her in passing. siracusan drama isn't really her wheelhouse, but she's heard, of course, of the cannibal wolf who chewed up her entire family and spit her own father out on his ass. w likes to think that if she'd ever had one of those, she'd do the same.
in short, she'd really prefer the beast over the mask, alluring as it is. however nice lappland's playing now, w's sure this isn't the whole of her. when the cycle of revenge spins back around on her, that's when things will get interesting. it always is, always has been. ]
Please. Tell me everything your little heart desires, beg until you're blue in the fucking face. I just wanna see you truly miserable.
[ she shakes them both with her laughter and lappland's spine can bear the brunt of it. it'd probably please them both just to bend it over her knee and dislocate her from end to end, make it so lappland can't even feel it when she fishes a hand into those damp panties. all she has to do is swipe between those silky lips and her fingers come away dripping, and she makes a low noise of displeasure, even if her hips are clapping hard against lappland's ass, betraying how she really feels. ]
Don't worry, this won't feel good. In fact, it'll piss me off if I even think you're starting to enjoy it, I might just start blowing off some limbs.
[ she drops the knife into her slicked up hand, and the one that was holding it grips lappland by the throat instead, her fingers bearing bruisingly into the point of her pulse. there's no real need to get rid of the panties if lappland wants it to hurt, she can start to drive it right through them, its jagged, broken edge ripping through, catching on lace and riding dangerously up against too-soft flesh. it's fine, if there's one thing w knows it's bodies and how to break them, she probably won't let lappland bleed out yet. ]
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she'd pretended she didn't know lappland earlier, when texas mentioned her in passing. siracusan drama isn't really her wheelhouse, but she's heard, of course, of the cannibal wolf who chewed up her entire family and spit her own father out on his ass. w likes to think that if she'd ever had one of those, she'd do the same.
in short, she'd really prefer the beast over the mask, alluring as it is. however nice lappland's playing now, w's sure this isn't the whole of her. when the cycle of revenge spins back around on her, that's when things will get interesting. it always is, always has been. ]
Please. Tell me everything your little heart desires, beg until you're blue in the fucking face. I just wanna see you truly miserable.
[ she shakes them both with her laughter and lappland's spine can bear the brunt of it. it'd probably please them both just to bend it over her knee and dislocate her from end to end, make it so lappland can't even feel it when she fishes a hand into those damp panties. all she has to do is swipe between those silky lips and her fingers come away dripping, and she makes a low noise of displeasure, even if her hips are clapping hard against lappland's ass, betraying how she really feels. ]
Don't worry, this won't feel good. In fact, it'll piss me off if I even think you're starting to enjoy it, I might just start blowing off some limbs.
[ she drops the knife into her slicked up hand, and the one that was holding it grips lappland by the throat instead, her fingers bearing bruisingly into the point of her pulse. there's no real need to get rid of the panties if lappland wants it to hurt, she can start to drive it right through them, its jagged, broken edge ripping through, catching on lace and riding dangerously up against too-soft flesh. it's fine, if there's one thing w knows it's bodies and how to break them, she probably won't let lappland bleed out yet. ]