M [MaMa] -Silicone Belladona
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do not be worrying <33

Isabella smiled as she chewed, cocking her head at the other man with a contemplative look. He was so unlike her in almost every way, though their similarities helped keep them balanced even if they seemed as though they were always teetering on the edge together. Isabella had a sharper tongue and shrewish nature and Thorn was much more laid back and flowing - if that was even a way to describe a person. Sometimes they could come head to head, but in the end, they seemed to flow back into each other. Him like the smoke he so favored, and she like the stream of water on her Mother's great surface.


"One of these days, you'll have to tell me how you grow it, chère," she cooed, voice like honey enticing the flies to it. She could be sickly sweet if she so desired, if she put in a little bit of effort. But it was much easier to be the sugared lemon, sweet at first and pungently sour in the end. If she wanted something, it was easy to tell by the way her nature turned from hot pepper to whipped cream. "To be a burden on you is not the point," she added, carefully wiping her lips with a delicate hand.


"Ah, a mix?" she asked, perking up. Her back straightened; she had hardly realized she had begun to slouch when she had fed him that piece of meat. Would such a mixture be possible? "If you think it would work, we should do it. It'd be an interesting mix and save us both the time, mm, mon garçon doux," she finished off with a coo, patting him lovingly on the cheek. She ate the rest of her meat as gracefully as she could for the speed at which she popped them into her mouth. She was half surprised that she did not spit it out from choking on the tasty morsels. It was the least she could do but savor them, even if she was eating quickly.


"Let's go, lover. Or would you rather I prepare the shrine for us?" she asked when finished, taking a rough linen scrap and patting down her chin with it in case of rogue fat dripping off it. Isabella was leaning forward with anticipation, her arms pushing out her chest even further.

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