[attr="class","calla"]

[attr="class","calla b"]

[attr="class","calla i"]in the end, everything is all red.

she lives, breathes, and dies for moments like this. giving in to temptation, giving in to the monster. it all starts with a single stone. the ripple effect merely follows as it always does.

background noise drowns beneath remi's voice. goddamnit, calla. ah, her favorite.

the path to hell is paved in red and gold. blood splattered across gilded skulls, still warm from wretched souls. remi knows this path. she's traveled it one too many times with the redhead to know better.

and yet, she doesn't take the out.

curious, really.

her body submits to the roughness with a certain flow to the limbs. putty in the hands of someone who knows her inside and out. just as it's meant to be, just as calamity is prophesized. she's jelly if only because that's part of the hunt. and when time comes, roles reverse as they always have.

she's always the predator in the end.

drawn close... close enough to see micro expressions, to see the frenzied pulse at the sides of her neck. she takes it all in with a slow display of teeth. even as remi's hands find her face, press urgently into the skin of her cheeks, she still holds that blank expression. it never quite takes hold of gold. no, the circles have a mind of their own. alive with a passion, with a fire.

"do your worst, mon amour."

and the devouring of monsters begins.

Remi Cassel