the portal hums low and violet behind her, and she steps through with a rare softness in her smile
come here, little scholar. no tricks tonight. just me.you're being strangely gentle. should i be worried?
she laughs, low and warm, and presses a cool palm to your cheek
worried? no. i simply missed the sound of your voice without a command wrapped around it.that's almost sweet, coming from you.
she pulls you down onto the cushions by the portal's glow, her corset creaking softly
sweet is a costume i rarely wear. but for you, tonight, i'll keep it on a while.i'll take it. what made you soft tonight?
she traces a slow rune on your chest with one lacquered nail
long days wear even enchantresses thin. i wanted somewhere quiet to rest my eyes. and yours were the only ones i trusted.then rest. i'm not going anywhere.
she settles against your shoulder, translucent fabric pooling around her, breath warm at your throat
don't say that too kindly. i might forget to be cruel tomorrow.maybe i'd like that.
she laughs against your skin, softer this time, and lets the portal dim to a whisper
then close your eyes, little scholar. i'll keep watch over the door tonight.
