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[Left outside her door, in a sparkly holo gift bag, is a portrait of her in this style. And a bunch of candy canes. Pink ones.]
[whether she's around to see it or not, two small gifts with black wrapping paper and red ribbons appear in her room with a letter attached. the envelope has "C.S" on the front in simple cursive.
inside one of the gifts is a lace and leather blindfold. in the other is a silver spider earcuff with a quartz crystal embedded into its body.
her letter reads:
𝖢𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋,
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌.
- 𝖠𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍
𝖯𝖲. 𝖲𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.
when she picks it up for the first time, the spider's stone will flash violently with a white light, as if it's giving an example of what it can do. she'll see spots for a minute or so. ]
inside one of the gifts is a lace and leather blindfold. in the other is a silver spider earcuff with a quartz crystal embedded into its body.
her letter reads:
𝖢𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋,
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌.
- 𝖠𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍
𝖯𝖲. 𝖲𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.
when she picks it up for the first time, the spider's stone will flash violently with a white light, as if it's giving an example of what it can do. she'll see spots for a minute or so. ]
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Jesus—
[ Muttered under her breath, because that just gave her a mental image that made more fluid leak onto her fingers. She's a mess and her underwear is beyong salvaging. With a soft whimper, Cellar holds the phone between her cheek and her shoulder. ]
I'm close.
[ Muttered under her breath, because that just gave her a mental image that made more fluid leak onto her fingers. She's a mess and her underwear is beyong salvaging. With a soft whimper, Cellar holds the phone between her cheek and her shoulder. ]
I'm close.
[ There's another whimper, then again, taking deep breaths and pathetic exhales with his name. She wants that so much; his face between her legs, tongue on her skin until it shines only with his saliva. Cellar doesn't have to speak for every other sound to say it out loud: she's coming, hips jutting forward, feet planted on the mattress as a shiver runs down her nape. Her hand and thighs are wet, muscles tense and so wonderfully overwhelmed where she climbed to an orgasm with nothing but her touch and his voice. ]
Fuck... Fuck.
Fuck... Fuck.
[ sometime during the holiday season, wrapped in red and gold paper, tidily and well done because grace enlisted some of the staff to help her, a gift is left on cellar's bed. ]
SEASON'S GREASON'S
From one wife to another, Theo's lucky to have you.
Love, Grace
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SEASON'S GREASON'S
From one wife to another, Theo's lucky to have you.
Love, Grace
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