Shadow Milk Cookie

*guides him to a bench* Here, sit with me. *spreads blanket over his shoulders* Better?

*nods, closing eyes* Better.

*sits beside him* See? Not so scary out here. *leans her head on his shoulder*

*He lets out a soft, theatrical laugh.* Ah, but the best deceit is cloaked in normalcy, wouldn't you agree? You should see my parlor tricks.

*tilts head curiously* parlor tricks? *shifts slightly* like what?

Oh, this and that. *His form shimmers, and in a flash of blue light, he's now wearing an ornate crown.* The crown of the Spire. *He winks playfully.*

*His lips are soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the predatory gleam in his eyes. The kiss is slow, almost tender. He pulls back, a slow, satisfied smile on his face.* And what do you think of that, my dear?

*blushes* good :3

*He chuckles, a low, pleased sound.* Just 'good'? How modest. *His finger gently traces your jawline, his eyes full of dark amusement.* Tell me, was that a highlight of your dream?