V E L O R C A
TICKLE THAT CHEEK AND TAKE YOUR THRONE,
PUMP YOUR VEINS WITH GUSHING GOLD.
TICKLE THAT CHEEK AND TAKE YOUR THRONE,
PUMP YOUR VEINS WITH GUSHING GOLD.
Her response had his supple lips curving upward, a cunning plan already taking form within the many passageways of his mind. He had not been completely certain that his Queen would approve — and yet here she was, with a carnal desire for flesh and blood and revenge.
The fact that his Queen cared for neither political correctness or harming inter-court relations pleased him immensely, and allowed him to tell Avdotya exactly what he was intending on stealing. He leaned forward, lips barely an inch from her ear, his elegant throat bared and vulnerable;
"The Relic of Tempus"
The words slipped from between his teeth, sultry against the winters touch. Lorca pulled away, grinning.
At the distant noise he straightened, dipping his graceful head in a slight bow before retreating into the murk of the Swamp, golden eyes glowing through the gloom.
@avdotya highlight the blank space for his whisper <3
The fact that his Queen cared for neither political correctness or harming inter-court relations pleased him immensely, and allowed him to tell Avdotya exactly what he was intending on stealing. He leaned forward, lips barely an inch from her ear, his elegant throat bared and vulnerable;
"The Relic of Tempus"
The words slipped from between his teeth, sultry against the winters touch. Lorca pulled away, grinning.
At the distant noise he straightened, dipping his graceful head in a slight bow before retreating into the murk of the Swamp, golden eyes glowing through the gloom.
@avdotya highlight the blank space for his whisper <3
