saoirse quinn
she/her
29
october 27
circhester, galar
bisexual
physicist / inventor
head scientist
every night i burn, dream the black crow dream
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Lulu Flint
morticulture [s][c]
POSTED ON Mar 22, 2021 21:11:26 GMT
Fernando was unaffected by her this time, save for the flightiness of his gaze. No fun. She wanted him to nip back a bit, but he stood straight, all stone on the outside, with some unseen doubt in her beneath the surface of it. Despite this normally having been something that would cause her lose interest, his mental hold on her kept her there. Would keep her coming back for more, to tease, to give, to take where she could. This was the only type of affection that someone like Lulu had to offer, at this point. If it was obsession Fernando had intended to instill in her, it would not be in the way that he’d meant. Fernando Silph could implant memories; he could rewire what was already there; clip back some things, maybe, and cause some chaos, but in the end: Lulu truly pined for no one but Rinc. This was the greatest truth, at the very bottom of her core. What was love, anyways? Only darkness remained. This was flirtation. This was fun. Although this man had come to rule her nightmares, warming up the seat for a new king, she also dreamed of his bed—or, rather, whatever bed they’d ended up in. He hung in her head perpetually, for better or for worse. However, this head was far from empty otherwise. “Oh, you know I don’t much like going out, love…” Did he? She hung there for a moment, considering his offer. Weeks prior, it would have been a hard ‘no.’ Lulu didn't do fancy public outings for very obvious reasons. “What’s the event?”
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