[The Chimera started to melt under all this attention, feathers softly ruffling up and the stiffness leaving her shoulders with each kiss. Her next exhale had more than a bit of a contented rumble in it.]
I...hope my next one isn't so bad.
[Like picking a strange choice of flowers, or a tea she ended up not liking. Simple things. Simple mistakes. Not ones that ended in the slickness of blood and the misery of regret.]
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I...hope my next one isn't so bad.
[Like picking a strange choice of flowers, or a tea she ended up not liking. Simple things. Simple mistakes. Not ones that ended in the slickness of blood and the misery of regret.]