Death And Mania

[Silver]

Hydra's hand was hot, like burning iron against her cheek. Such is the fate of those who burn everything around them. But Silver was cold. Always cold. Death on touch and with a smile. Always with a smile. After all, a job ain't a job. It's who you are.

"Your touch or the death and chaos?" The smile turned into a grin. Silver knew very well the preferences that people like Ruby Hydra had. She was not the first to cross paths with death. One would venture and say that people like Ruby Hydra always walked hand in hand with Death.

"Or you want more from me?" Silver walked away, towards the window, like prey fleeing their predator. A game to increase the appetite, a fleeting lock of the eyes to increase the lust. But who was truly the predator here?

The Reaver or The Goddess?

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop