she got blood cold as ice
and a heart made of stone
A missing mane does draw attention, so she is unsurprised that Brun brings it up. What is strange is not being asked where it is, where it went. “No.” The single word without inflection or hesitation, and then Leokadia absently arches her short delicate neck to better display its absence. “The plague took it when I was a child.” Then, pulling her focus from her strange bare-headedness she looks steadily at Brunhilde. “I know I am attractive. No one has told me before.” She looks like her mother, she knows that her mother was beautiful. It has been meaningless until now, a tool she has not learned to operate. “What else do you like? Why am I attractive?” Curious, probing, displaying that almost vicious hunger for information. Too she wants to hear her it, to listen to the rise and fall of Brunhilde's voice and find out how much she likes. Wading closer, water lapping softly around their slender legs. “You are more than beautiful. Do a lot of...do a lot of girls want to touch you?”
Brunhilde hasn’t even answered and Leokadia already feels a clench of jealousy threading through her curiosity. You don't know if you want to fuck me? No, but she wants to find out. Whatever happens between her last question and the moment Leokadia decides to reach out only makes her hungrier for the taste of the flame colored cheek beneath her lips, warm, soft, no more yeilding then her own. She nips the curve of the other girls jaw, unable to help herself.
but she keeps me alive
she's the beast in my bones
Leokadia
@[brunhilde]