Word Count → 366 ::
Eee! I can't wait! 
The hard edge of the mirror was familiar under her fingertips, for she had held it many times before while seeing to it that Sirius was looking presentable and handsome, something that didn’t require much effort on her part. Holding those inanimate objects in her hands was like holding pieces of Sirius – she swore she could almost feel the swift rhythm of a pulse in their cool surfaces, could smell a hint of the King’s musk that could so easily intoxicate her.
Clover could not quite explain the feelings taking place within her. As she knelt at his chest, stooped but positioned so that she could seek his approval, her gaze studied him. It was not simply those toxically exotic eyes of his, or those dark locks that beckoned her fingers to curl into them, but the simple curve of muscle along a forearm, or the glistening of soft pink scar tissue adorning his chest – she found all of these things alluring, almost endearing somehow. Everything about him drew her nearer and she couldn’t quite figure out why she had never felt any of this before.
Clover had chalked it all up to love, but the mixture of lust that boiled beneath confused her. She wanted to sort all of her emotions and feelings out, but at the same time she wanted to ignore her head and just follow her heart. Brain waves were disconnected. Only her heart would communicate thoughts now. And it was her heart that had her easily leaving behind the comb and mirror, rising so that she could swiftly take her place in front of the King perched on his stone throne.
She was silent, waiting silently for the invitation that would open the doors she had unknowingly been waiting outside of for quite some time. She would not act upon her impulses until the Boss has first done so himself. If he were to grant her the green light, Clover feared that without her brain to tell her otherwise, she might cross the boundaries of social expectations and appeal only to her desire. Finding shimmering apple green, the young Lykoi gazed as if she sought to find the future reflected there.
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