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Penned by Circe.xn--6ii
"You've haunted every other aspect of my life since the moment I first met you, my dark angel... Why should I expect you to stop kow?" she asked, pausing only to take in the familiar scent of that rich, sweet perfume that had always clung to alabaster skin.
Larissa had pressed
her nose and lips to every inch of that splendid figure often enough to recognise that aroma by now.
A low purring hum reverberated from somewhere deep in Larissa's throat, like a bass string plucked and resounding from a cello, at the feeling of those nails
A ghost of a smile danced in the soft corner of her mouth, like Larissa couldn't quite help but find amusement in the way the seer called upon memory to bring light to the shadows that had crept around her heart.
"My darling tempest, you had a penchant for making anyhting look
were for her own benefit, when she needed something warm to thaw the ice creeping in beneath her skin.
As usual, Larissa led, muscle memory kicking in for the steps she had learned many moons ago with the very same dance partner. They were as harmonious as the music, a singular
Larissa felt the world right itself for the first time in three long, lonely decades, like a world of faded colours required that missing splash of black to become bold and exciting once again.
Her heart jostled with the confines of her chest, swelling all too large to be
laughter hummed from gentle lips as the principal pulled back only partially, enough just to catch that teasing glimmer in deep eyes.
"I will give you a place of your own, one remote from the halls of intrusive students." Heavens forbid the Principal herself had a section in
"Poetry?" the word absconded her rouged lips almost on a gasp of disbelief, like even the notion was a faraway concept of times long past, almost forgotten - unlike the memory that Morticia dredge from the back of her mind.
And all of a sudden her fingers itched to recollect the
such as this one, and yet it felt a hundred times more rewarding than any teenage fantasy.
"If I haunted you, Tish, it was surely because we had unfinished business," the statement was soft and low, like smoke unfurling from her mouth, curing against the others ear.
"Have this