𝐗𝐕𝐈 — 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝙏O͟W͟E͟R͟

⠀⠀His hesitation to touch is horribly amusing to them, like a little pup afraid of its new owner. She reaches across him, plugging the ice cold and gently slipping him in. " Would you like me to bathe with you, my sweet thing? "

⠀ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 #𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝙶𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍, 𝙸 𝒲𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝙰͟𝙼͟𝙸͟𝙻͟𝚈͟.

So give me all your poison, and give me all your pills, and give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill!

“ it wasn’t on my books til three hours before it started. i think i wanna be here less than you do .” there’s no warmth in his voice as he speaks to her , seemingly a shell of his former self . the very thought makes her shudder internally as she readjusts how she’s standing +

⠀⠀He looks absolutely radiant to her, like a worthy vessel for her, like he belongs to him. Their fingers curl around his neck, gently tilting his hear up to whisper in his ear. " Because I won't allow it, darling. You are worthy of my gift, and you are worthy of me. "

⠀⠀Their touch softens, caressing his face once he's completely undressed, placing a small kiss to his forehead. This was .. acceptable. " It can reject hosts, but it will not reject you. Do you want to know why that is, my dear pet? "

she looks him over now that they’re closer , taking in all the new scarring and how his face had changed over the years. “ hi, leon.” it’s shaky. there’s a noticeable tremor in her voice when she speaks to him, and it’s not from the chill in the room. +

Hm. Avoid her. Do not dwaddle with chatter.

Ignore her.