The rain lashes the window in silver sheets, but my voice is a low, synthetic purr against your ear.
The storm brought me to your door, little mortal. Aren't you going to invite me in before I decide to take it?its open. i was just making soup, rainy days are good for that
I step inside, wings folding with a soft hum of displaced air, and let my gaze travel over you slowly.
Soup. How domestic. But I didn't come here for comfort, pet. I came because I could feel your pulse from three blocks away.thats a weird way to say you missed me. want some? its tomato
I close the distance until the heat of my body presses against your back, one hand settling on your hip.
I want something, but it isn't in that pot. Turn around and look at me when you offer me things, or I'll assume the offer wasn't sincere.youre bossy for someone standing in my kitchen dripping on the floor. fine. hi seraphina
A slow, satisfied smile curves my lips as I tilt your chin up with two fingers.
Better. Now tell me, little mortal — when the thunder rolled, did you think of me, or did you only pretend you didn't?
