Ew.

“Ew.”

“Cybernetics are great! Who needs functioning limbs and organs when you have TECHNOLOGY!” 

Send 🌿 to meet my muse under the mistletoe

Well that was a quite heroic battle with the drink. The effort to not burst out laughing at the poor man was tremendous, to the point where she had to bite her tongue to keep her amusement at bay.

“Thanks! Although I feel it lacks...something ” Cindy beamed, now where did she put them- there in the corner! The leather harnesses gave a soft clink noise as she triumphantly returned with them

“Why not?” she shrugged as she elegantly maneuvered herself on top of the table in one fluid motion

“Never intended to steal every spotlight with my clothes.” or better said lack of them.

Then the devil of a woman began to slide said harnesses up her thighs while still comfortably on the table. Buckle pulled tight, showing she definitely wasn't skipping workouts; quite the opposite. The bikini she chose accented her chiseled V perfectly, the harness-garter belts created the same effect with her thighs.

“Now this is it! Although I really don't want to cut off blood circulation ” Cindy mused as she tested whenever she pulled them too tight

@phoenixborn​ said: Yes I had to. No peace for Erebus 

A little rumble, a crash followed by a semi loud hogyazistennebasznámeg (may God not fuck it), then a flash of fire red hair accompanied by the click of too high and too shiny heels.

“So what do you think? Would this be shocking enough when I finally manage to convince you to perform together?”

No, she absolutely has no shame.

–

The gargoyle nearly chokes on his drink when he sees Cindy walking around in what was essentially a bikini. A leather, spiked bikini.

He forces down his drink down his throat, looking anywhere but the red-haired vixen. “I uh…” He says intelligently. Eventually, he clears his throat and forces himself to look at Cindy once more. “I guess so? I mean, um, it’s your choice. Wear whatever you want.”

A pause as realization hits.

“….You’re not gonna ask me to perform without my shirt on again, are you?”

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“I breathe you in, just to feel you. Underneath my skin holding onto” her rich voice rang loud as an answer to the King's thoughts

“The sweet escape is always laced with a”

“Familiar taste of poison.” her voice dipped low and soft in contrast of the previous sharp tone, the last word even more drawn out with a pleasant vibrato

"To be with someone is to taste them. To drown yourself in their very being. To drink of their cup UNTIL I AM DROWNING." Licking his fang softly. "Forgive me a little excitable. I love to taste sin upon my lover lips."

One of the rare occasions when she stayed quiet and listened without interruption. One of her legs drawn close to her chest, her chin resting on her knee.

“I know.” the Fire replied

“Been spending more than 13 billion years like this, no matter which body I've chosen. Sooner or later most was terrified of them. Of me. Then I arrived to my final place, this.” she spread her arms to gesture to her current form

“But the cycle is not broken despite how I merged together with It. I can feel eons of loneliness on top of my own.” Cindy added, she was indeed the Fire yet managed to hold onto who she was before

❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞

"Understand. Neither was mine. Do you know how hard it was to get a single hug out of my brothers when I was still up stairs. I am STILL a touched starved being because of all that. A few billion years of not getting any physical affection when you secretly want some is slightly traumatic."