artist : pitathida
Am I pretty enough to fucking die?
Am I pretty enough to fucking die?
“Snacks are in the cupboard, you know. Will that tide you over for now?”
“Snacks are in the cupboard, you know. Will that tide you over for now?”
Deft fingers were working gently, habitually, through his tail with a soft hum, scented oil coating his fingers to detangle whatever knots had formed during the night.
The sound of the curtain moving, the first few footsteps— It +
A hand, gloved in claw-shaped steel moves away the curtain, and as a shadow, a dark figure immediately jumps in with deft feet, closing the window after him.
Deft fingers were working gently, habitually, through his tail with a soft hum, scented oil coating his fingers to detangle whatever knots had formed during the night.
The sound of the curtain moving, the first few footsteps— It +