— as she watches the shadows dance upon his visage, waltzing across the contours of his face.

.. And then, she'd follow suit, waltzing before him to drape her being upon him, the person, the man her wicked heart oh-so longs for.

“.. You're here now, X. F.. Finally here, my dear.”

— nightgown trailing behind her every short, light step.

“.. It does not matter now.” She whispers, words dancing in the air as she leans against the brick wall, her eyes fixed upon the machine she loves so.
He brings calmness, order, a familiarity that lulls Morrigan into a comfortable silence —

To his words, the temptress giggles, the sound reverberating through her weary body.

“My, my.. you must be exhausted after that mission.” Coos the succubus, tittering away behind her hand. The thought lingers, bringing a shake to Morrigan's head as she descends the grand staircase, her ornate —

— finally back..” She sighs, pulling the opening of her silk nightgown closed as the automaton slips through the twin doors.

“I wasn't expecting you to return so late..”

— oblige the moon and hear her song.. but tonight, the moon will have to serenade another.

Tonight, Morrigan will be the audience of none other than @lumineinfinitus.bsky.social 's return.

“X.” Calls the temptress, her voice low and dreary, despite her best efforts to seem enthusiastic. “You're —