(Like your very own hive of disgruntled bees. Not too far off our current situation.)
[ smooth glass gives way to something with a gentle give like silk and satin, finding the shape of her and holding just a bit, contoured in sensation. it’s luxurious, combined with the sun-warmed sensation of her here in this room, like the makings of a perfect place for a nap on a summer afternoon. dark things left to their basement quarters, where she absolutely doesn’t belong. ]
(Rogue. You know, I rather like that name. Catchy.)
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[ smooth glass gives way to something with a gentle give like silk and satin, finding the shape of her and holding just a bit, contoured in sensation. it’s luxurious, combined with the sun-warmed sensation of her here in this room, like the makings of a perfect place for a nap on a summer afternoon. dark things left to their basement quarters, where she absolutely doesn’t belong. ]
( Rogue. You know, I rather like that name. Catchy. )