[ If only cats could grin as he does. And yet, it's far too wan a reaction for what has transpired. For somehow, along the way, he had forgotten. The wings that made her quite fantastique, now shimmering brightly before him. Eyes narrow in something too obscure to be delight, and he reaches past her to trail a finger against the edge of a wing.
His voice is low when it comes, an intimate threat if nothing else. ]
...Were you planning to leave? Such a cruel woman you are.
LOL I BET
His voice is low when it comes, an intimate threat if nothing else. ]
...Were you planning to leave? Such a cruel woman you are.