[private] lost to the way we were

[peregrine jude]

peregrine jude

i glow pink in the night in my room

Jude decides that the silver in Sochi’s eyes mocks the tranquil silver of the moon. The equine that stands before is just as fierce and as frightening as the tiger. She likes that—that control, the way Sochi tells her story with a feral essence she embraces and handles. Her magic is ale and Jude is positively drunk.

“You’d be right about that,” the pegasus muses, swishing tangled curls against her the back of her legs. Prey is vulnerable and frightened. Two emotions Jude swore she would never feel again, which is exactly why she offered her exhilarated neck to Sochi’s tigress. When she dies, it will be on her terms; she will welcome the afterlife even if her demise is brought on by the wrong footing on a cliff or forest fire she cannot escape.

This life is hers, all sweet and ripe and delicious for the taking.

Jude leans in with a secretive smile, lavender eyes twinkling with some sordid mischief.

“Though you might be the first to realize it,” she whispers. Her heart thrums wildly in her chest when she asks, “If I wanted you to cut me with those fangs of yours, would you do it?”

i've been blossoming alone over you

@[sochi]