will you still love me

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aspenaire: we are your means to an end part of the consulting crime series

aspenaire:

we are your means to an end

part of the consulting crime series

[Fem!MorMor Drabble] i. The Curves of Backs and Hills
Trying to get back into my writing groove and flow back into style again, so practising with my murder ladies and werewolves today. I’ll probably have a companion drabble for Sabrina for this soon.
Jen’s shoulders are like planes of untouched snow, the blades subtle hills that roll into the small of her back, coming to a sharp, bony point. They’re divided by the river of her spine, protruding through the white skin like a road to her core. There are no scars here, and Sabrina explores the valley of her back with her mouth. A brush of her lips to the peaks of her should blades, the flat of her tongue worshipping the straight of her spine.
Cold, barren, and so white. Jen isn’t pure; the things this woman have done are enough to twist stomachs—but Sabrina sees her like something a little divine. Uncorrupted by the filth of the world, the scars of humanity.
So she mouths at her shoulder blades. Tries to consume a portion of her blessings—and Sabrina has never felt very close to a god of any kind so she should feel ridiculous for how Jen Moriarty has turned into this goddess figure that she immediately drops to her knees for.
But now she faces her back, one arm loose around her waist and the other on her throat like she’s touching something sacred with the tips of her fingers. There’s a gentle strum under her fingers, the only reminder that Jen is actually mortal with human blood coursing through her veins instead of black ice.

Sabrina’s lips close over her skin and follow the shudder from the small of her back to the dip of her hips, the way that her spine arches and bends for her. She leaves angry red petals on her shoulders, proof that she had worshipped here.

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taggianto:

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zhellyzee: photo//ktittysivitits/edit&compilation//zhellyzee Early this morning when you knocked upon my door, an' I say, "Hello satan. I believe it's time to go." [listen//download] [track01] me and the devil // gil scott-heron [track02] becomes the color // emily wells [track03] ghosts of utopia - iamx [track04] female robbery // the neighbourhood [track05] show me your fire // amy kuney [track06] if he likes it let him do it // the drums [track07] off to the races // lana del rey [track08] my darling curse // magnet [track09] talk show host // radiohead [track10] a little death // the neighbourhood [track11] we must be killers // mikky ekko [track12] sleep together // garbage [track13] king // the romanovs

zhellyzee:

photo//ktittysivitits/edit&compilation//zhellyzee

Early this morning when you knocked upon my door, an' I say, 

"Hello satan. I believe it's time to go."
[listen//download]

[track01] me and the devil // gil scott-heron [track02] becomes the color // emily wells [track03] ghosts of utopia - iamx [track04] female robbery // the neighbourhood [track05] show me your fire // amy kuney [track06] if he likes it let him do it // the drums [track07] off to the races // lana del rey [track08] my darling curse // magnet [track09] talk show host // radiohead [track10] a little death // the neighbourhood [track11] we must be killers // mikky ekko [track12] sleep together // garbage [track13] king // the romanovs

“Stuck with red-headed needles wherever a Moriarty crime has been accomplished, the globe increasingly resembled a pincushion.” The Hound of the D’urbervilles.

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teehewz: Uni Times, because I know you missed baby Jim.  (And then they went to get an umbrella for Jim. He got a transparent one with a pretty rainbow-y rim and handle. And then Seb caught a cold.)

teehewz:

Uni Times, because I know you missed baby Jim. 

(And then they went to get an umbrella for Jim. He got a transparent one with a pretty rainbow-y rim and handle. And then Seb caught a cold.)

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