𝘛𝘺𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵

you want so badly to be pure again; you call yourself a doll， a lamb， an innocent little thing. but the color pink doesn't wash away sin， and rosaries don't make you any less scared of god.

ᅠ ᅠ a slight rumble of disagreement at the 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 comment——but far too immersed in scratches &͟ rubs to verbally protest . his chin lifted , so gortash may have better access further beneath his chin . ᅠ ᅠ

you look lovely!

..... I suppose it could be said that I do. Even if we are at odds these days.

ᅠ ᅠ large head falls into the hand that's scratching him ; pupils dilating , low purring . ᅠ ᅠ

Gulp. "Shirtless. Casually."

"What uh. What are you doing...?"

Freezes in place.

"Not quite... your bags are more a depressing beige with a hint of gray. Also, you need to stand tall in that dress ... no slouching."

[Her hands itched to settle on his throat.] Hello....

I'm hardly something one "collects".

aww. are you scared to admit you like me?