𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊 .

“ Evening, love. “

“ Evening, love? “

Well now he’s blushing up a storm. “ It’s nothing. You’re very special to me, after all. “

“ I assure you, you lack no feminine charm. Though, these claws of yours are certainly a hazard. “ He chuckled sheepishly, taking her hand into his own before closely examining her dainty fingers. “ Would you like me to clip them? As one would a cat? “

“ Considering I almost became your meal when we first met, I’d say I’m owed a tease or two. “ He’d placate, flipping her hand over to place a kiss against her palm. “ Don’t worry, your claws are to stay. Your tail and mane however, I’d at least like to brush now and then. “

Unholy thoughts.

Hatred for whom, however?

. . . I see. And why do you possess hatred for these higher powers?

Instead of viewing our position as neglect, you should perceive it as independence. A child whose hand is held everywhere will never learn how to walk without it.

Division is a part of human nature, so the responsibility of making the right choices fall on us. If we’re constantly told what is good and not why it is, we’ll never learn. Otherwise, it would not be freedom.

… Hi Scarlett.

How I’m going to get you to reimburse the church for all the communal wine you’ve drunk over the past two years since we’ve met. ( He’s deflecting. )

You’ll bully me if I say.