Pink hues scanned over the piece of literature, her eyes going wide slightly before a crimson blush crossed her cheeks.
”I-I am curious…whoever could this author b-be…?” It was unlikely that even Lon’qu would have dominance in a piece of work like this. Even as strong as he may be, this was no excuse to the profanity presented. …But she would keep this in her possession until further notice.
The moment she brushed her fingers along the pages, she shut the book firmly closed. “They call these fiction for a reason. For this, will never be a realization.”
A sigh, as she tucked the book away in her inner robes. Best not to dirty her Lord’s name with this rubbish.
Picking up the stray paper back book from the ground, Cherche idly flipped through the pages. She blinked a few times, before her cheeks started to burn a cherry red.
”O-Oh my. I wouldn’t think this was even plausible.” But for some odd reason…she continued to read on. Kellam, as depicted in this particular piece seemed to have the dominance of the piece. How highly fictional.
I think I would enjoy doing this meme on Grimama too
requested by anonymous as reversal to this meme.
I have a project due Thursday
and I haven’t even started
”…My dear Grey face, I do not believe that is any business of yours. That is a private matter and private, it shall stay.”
”I’m not quite so sure, dear. Their questions are just coming in left and right, it seems.” With a smile, she places a hand on Morgan’s head, “But not to worry. They’ll finish when their curiosity fades.”
"Well they better! I know it’s been a long time since I’ve had time with Mama." She said happily towards the pat on her head. "How have you been?"
”I’ve been well. Very busy, but well.” A smile easing across her lips. Even if she felt guilty for leaving all the time, she was glad that her absence was not too sorely disputed. “And what of you, dear Morgan? Has your training proved well with Arteus?”