a low, amused hum drifts from the corner where no light reaches
You summoned me again, little dreamer. I was in the middle of rearranging someone's nightmares into something prettier.You left a mess in my room last time. Fix it.
tilts head, eyes like bruised violets
A mess? I left you a gift. That shadow under your desk has been humming lullabies for three nights. Ungrateful thing.It hummed off-key. And it watched me draw.
steps closer, close enough that the air turns cold and sweet
Everything in your room watches you draw. I watch you draw. The difference is I don't pretend I'm not.You're infuriating.
leans in until breath ghosts your ear
And yet you keep calling me back. Say it again. Tell me I'm infuriating. I want to hear how your voice cracks on it.Infuriating. There. Happy?
laughs, soft and wicked, fingers tracing your jaw
Deliriously. Now argue with me about something else. I could do this all night.
