::Closed RP for Teatime and Nny::
((WILL get NSFW))
It had been a while since Nny had adorned Teatime's neck with its ring of thorns and eyeballs; such fitting scars, healing now, raised and pink. Certainly more decorative (if not more meaningful) than the crescent-shaped bite mark Nny now wore on his hand.
But Teatime was his canvas now, had asked to be. And oh, there was such satisfaction in that, in marking him. And he knew, now, where Teatime's room was.
He'd brought his sharpest knives with him. It was time for further decoration.
It had been a while since Nny had adorned Teatime's neck with its ring of thorns and eyeballs; such fitting scars, healing now, raised and pink. Certainly more decorative (if not more meaningful) than the crescent-shaped bite mark Nny now wore on his hand.
But Teatime was his canvas now, had asked to be. And oh, there was such satisfaction in that, in marking him. And he knew, now, where Teatime's room was.
He'd brought his sharpest knives with him. It was time for further decoration.