Ruetto, Sai'Bariel, Deneranth, Denastien
Anonymous asked: "You're Mine."
Narrowed eyes, a scrutinizing look. Maluiel folds her arms over her chest and shakes her head, bell jingling at the end of her braid.
There was a comforting aspect to being possessed, being owned, not having to be held accountable for certain actions done underneath that ownership. It had its creepy connotations, certainly. But the idea of ownership didn’t scare her. Especially not now, not when she was so certain of her own power and agency.@3 days ago