[A little of column a, a little of column b— and a little of column c, too, being the influence of standing around in hell. Fake it until you make it, Angel had said, but then Greed had told her simply to be what she knows she can be. And she knows, she knows she can be a star.
She can make herself one. She can make herself anything she wants to be.
So as Verosika draws closer, Velvet keeps her breathing steady even as she has to wiggle her fingers to steel herself. She focuses on that feeling— on that desire, and answers;]
Bitch, I already told you.
[Velvet presses her nose harder against Verosika's, wiggling her face in a nuzzle— somehow both cutesy and condescending— and presses her lips close enough to Verosika's so that the succubus can feel the movement of plastic against flesh as Velvet mouths;]
Everything.
[And, pairing it with a comical hum of mmmmmwah! Velvet gives Verosika what can only be described as a smooch, like it's nothing to her. In this moment she convinces herself that kissing Verosika should be easy— that she deserves Verosika's affection.
no subject
She can make herself one. She can make herself anything she wants to be.
So as Verosika draws closer, Velvet keeps her breathing steady even as she has to wiggle her fingers to steel herself. She focuses on that feeling— on that desire, and answers;]
Bitch, I already told you.
[Velvet presses her nose harder against Verosika's, wiggling her face in a nuzzle— somehow both cutesy and condescending— and presses her lips close enough to Verosika's so that the succubus can feel the movement of plastic against flesh as Velvet mouths;]
Everything.
[And, pairing it with a comical hum of mmmmmwah! Velvet gives Verosika what can only be described as a smooch, like it's nothing to her. In this moment she convinces herself that kissing Verosika should be easy— that she deserves Verosika's affection.
Obsession makes a star pupil.]