Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Denver except it’s playing from your neighbor’s radio that you can hear from your back porch, which you sit out on to relax in spite of the loud buzzing from the lightbulb and the hoards of moths that flock to it on summer evenings like this.
“Yours is even cooler than mine!” Demencia admitted. A big deal for one so boastful. But it was true in her eyes. “May I touch the Shimmery mane?” she asked, batting her eyes mostly just to be cute. She knew she had permission and usually she would just go and bury her face in someone’s hair without their consent. But Shimmer was special.
Shimmer wrapped an arm around Demencia’s waist and pulled her in closer. “Trust me, that takes a loooot of work. But I’m proud of my hair.”
Demencia sneaked in and nibbled her lover’s ear playfully, practically purring as she wrapped her arms around her. “I like it too. I like everything you’ve got!”
Shimmer let out a soft groan as she felt her ear get nibbled on. Woth a grin, she leaned down and gave Dem a swift kiss, giggling as she said, “Yeah, I’m just that awesome, aren’t I?”
“Yours is even cooler than mine!” Demencia admitted. A big deal for one so boastful. But it was true in her eyes. “May I touch the Shimmery mane?” she asked, batting her eyes mostly just to be cute. She knew she had permission and usually she would just go and bury her face in someone’s hair without their consent. But Shimmer was special.
Shimmer let out a small giggle as she saw Demencia bat her eyes at her. Holy fuck that was cute. How could she say no to that?
“Mmm, you may… but only for a kiss.~” she said, tapping her lips with a fingertip and a grin.
“Eeeeh!” Demencia squealed and took a handful of the demon’s hair, rubbing her face on it before burying said face in the locks of hair. “It’s so soft,” she mumbled into Shimmer’s hair.
Shimmer wrapped an arm around Demencia’s waist and pulled her in closer. “Trust me, that takes a loooot of work. But I’m proud of my hair.”
Demencia flashed back to Flug’s wrecked lab that morning. The broken beakers, the tossed over tables, the other dead experiments, the utter chaos she had made of everything. Blood still stained her teeth from where she had taken a chunk out of another experiment’s tender neck. She had calmed since Shimmer’s arrival. She looked at the demon and her head dropped.
They were out of the Manor now. Shimmer had arrived to take her away from there when she needed her.
“I don’t know why I did it,” she explained. “I got mad. He’ll probably figure out it was me who wrecked it. What am I going to do? They might put me in the cage again. I don’t like the cage.”
When Shimmer had gone to the Manor to pick up Dem when she called her, a blood covered, torn clothes mess of a lizard isn’t what she had expected to see. But she knew she had to get Demencia out of there. So she scooped her up, set her on her bike and drove. And now here they were at Shimmer’s, with her gently wiping Dem’s mouth with a cloth to get the blood off her lips.
“I wont let that happen. I’ll die before they put you in a goddamn cage!” Shimmer snapped before calming herself. This wasn’t helping. She gently placed her hand on the womans cheek, gently stroking her thumb along her skin. “I won’t let anything get to you. Not while I’m around. If they want you, they’ll have to go through me.”
Demencia tensed.
“Shimmer, I’d rather go in the cage than have you die.”
That idea scared her substantially more!
She wasn’t one to usually think things through before she spoke, so she didn’t realize Shimmer was probably only expressing how strongly against the idea of letting Demencia be punished she felt.
Instead she grew nervous and tense and grabbed Shimmer’s hand. “Just let them think someone broke in. A rival villain. I’ll say I was out…walking Johan.”
Shimmer placed her hand on top of Demencia’s, saying “Ok… ok, that could work. And I can also make for a good alibi too. You can say that when you were walking him, you ran into me and we went out and did something together.” Shimmer said nervously. “That’ll work right?”
She laced her fingers around Demencia’s hand and moved in closer, gently pressing her forehead against Dem’s. The smell of blood was still present on her breath, but she didn’t seem to care she she kissed her anyway. “I just… I love you too much too see you get hurt…”
Never hold your muse back. For real. If your muse wants to lash out at mine, or kiss mine, or tell mine a horrible secret, or slam mine against a wall — go for it. Don’t ever feel like I’ll get your reply and judge you or your muse. Your character has specific feelings, instincts, and desires, and if they want to do something, don’t hold them back. I want to roleplay with your muse in their entirety, the whole truth of your character, not a watered-down version. Never feel nervous — just let it happen as it happens, and it’ll all be great.
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