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[featherbeaned]

Who: Idols! Monsters! Monstrous idols ...?
Where: Anywhere, everywhere
When: 298. early morning

[What are you up to?]

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[worthathousand]

[ The potential significance of the parasol doesn't occur to her in the moment—so she's already sweeping them up in her arms, clawed fingers dragging just a bit against the fabric of their shirt. ]

It took me much too long to find you, didn't it? I'll have to make up for lost time.

[deicider]

[Cardinal's got the parasol; their hand snatches the handle—A sword hilt—and swings it up.]

We do have a lot to do.

[worthathousand]

Indeed.

[ She settles a hand at their waist to tug them in close. ]

...You're cool to the touch. Are our roles reversed this time?

[deicider]

[Being cool makes the touch especially pleasant, and Cardinal lounges contentedly in her grip.]

Yeah, a lot of the things we have to do involve sucking your blood.

[worthathousand]

[ teasing ] Well, I've heard nothing but good things about it from you.

And you know, this time it's meant to be my turn to declare you my mate, and here I am without any poetry prepared.

[deicider]

That's alright, it's still my turn for poetry writing.

[worthathousand]

You give me such much credit for such brief lines, when I should gift you a full collection.

...Not that I'll ever turn down your poetry, of course.
[ a beat ] The last one made me sound extremely powerful, after all.