08-19-2018, 12:50 AM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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stocking wasnt unused to the frivolity of relatonships. She knew of flings and passions that were long lasting. She had seen her fair share of lovers herself-- the encounters not whofully unpleasant, but always ending the same. Messy. Broken. Melancholic.
She eventually numbed herself to love. True affection was few and far in between for her.
But malphas was a special case. All brooding and just a little bit cynical. Just like her, and whenever she saw him, warmth filled her chest like the slow, gradual spread of blood soaking through white cloth. It wasn't noticeable at first. Stocking thought that love was to be loud and cumbersome, sweeping into your house to rob your cat and piss on your floor.
But this type of love was sweet and subtle. Gentle, even.
She stared at him through the opening of her doorway. She rubbed her forelegs, almost self consciously, hiking up a little bit of the skin on her stocking. She wondered if she looked presentable. She had never had to worry about appearances before, but now? She felt like it mattered.
She watched aya and Delilah slowly creep into view from beyond the door frame, behind malphas. She allowed their presence to distract her momentarily before the slap of the medic's words, as hesitant as they were, hit her full in the face, leaving her with a broken jaw and bloody nose to match.
Metaphorically, at least.
Stocking had no issues with confidence or self assurance. She was not particularly prideful, but she had the self love to rival a peacock and the social awareness of one.
This did not stop her, however, from faltering before the bobtail. Instantly, all she could hear was her own steady heartbeat and the air rushing to her head with excitement-- or was that blood? She was breathless.
Malphas fainted.
In any other ordinary situation, stocking would have guffawed in a completely un-pretty fashion. However, she was sure that this was no time to laugh.
She stood on the doorway, shocked and unsure, and worried before he sprang up seconds later.
Stocking blinked.
He wanted her to go on a date? With him? Such finesse. Such suaveness. How irresistible. And you would think stocking was joking as she thought this, but she was not. He was cute and she was going to rock his little world.
Instantly, she snapped foward, attempting to lean over and press a peck against his lips none too gently. Maw parted slightly, it was not innocent, but it lacked the clumsiness of an inexperinced person. She aimed to chase the lingering touch, before soothing over the peck with a lick of her tongue against his own mouth; a sealed deal, and lean back.
"Does that answer your question?" She asked, drawing a tongue against her lips in an afterthought as if tasting the traces of the kiss. An obviois response to both malphas and the questioning onlookers.
She eventually numbed herself to love. True affection was few and far in between for her.
But malphas was a special case. All brooding and just a little bit cynical. Just like her, and whenever she saw him, warmth filled her chest like the slow, gradual spread of blood soaking through white cloth. It wasn't noticeable at first. Stocking thought that love was to be loud and cumbersome, sweeping into your house to rob your cat and piss on your floor.
But this type of love was sweet and subtle. Gentle, even.
She stared at him through the opening of her doorway. She rubbed her forelegs, almost self consciously, hiking up a little bit of the skin on her stocking. She wondered if she looked presentable. She had never had to worry about appearances before, but now? She felt like it mattered.
She watched aya and Delilah slowly creep into view from beyond the door frame, behind malphas. She allowed their presence to distract her momentarily before the slap of the medic's words, as hesitant as they were, hit her full in the face, leaving her with a broken jaw and bloody nose to match.
Metaphorically, at least.
Stocking had no issues with confidence or self assurance. She was not particularly prideful, but she had the self love to rival a peacock and the social awareness of one.
This did not stop her, however, from faltering before the bobtail. Instantly, all she could hear was her own steady heartbeat and the air rushing to her head with excitement-- or was that blood? She was breathless.
Malphas fainted.
In any other ordinary situation, stocking would have guffawed in a completely un-pretty fashion. However, she was sure that this was no time to laugh.
She stood on the doorway, shocked and unsure, and worried before he sprang up seconds later.
Stocking blinked.
He wanted her to go on a date? With him? Such finesse. Such suaveness. How irresistible. And you would think stocking was joking as she thought this, but she was not. He was cute and she was going to rock his little world.
Instantly, she snapped foward, attempting to lean over and press a peck against his lips none too gently. Maw parted slightly, it was not innocent, but it lacked the clumsiness of an inexperinced person. She aimed to chase the lingering touch, before soothing over the peck with a lick of her tongue against his own mouth; a sealed deal, and lean back.
"Does that answer your question?" She asked, drawing a tongue against her lips in an afterthought as if tasting the traces of the kiss. An obviois response to both malphas and the questioning onlookers.
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