Satin

The air’s dampness did not compare to the soiled ground. Perhaps the mud painting the pink succubun’s shoes were to earn the respect she wanted. It was a bad meeting spot, the kind of place you’d expect to die in a horror movie. Clutching her hands together, Satin continued forward. Mud and chillness was something she would be forced to deal with. She didn’t want to run from this opportunity, not after Jackal had made her t...

“W-wait!” Mina blurted out. “I’m feeling a little lightheaded. Should we stop? What if I lose too much blood?” The smile that Satin gave her was gentle and patient, but very tired. “I haven’t put the needle in yet, dear,” she said. “...Right.” Mina sat back in her chair, feeling foolish. Lucy wriggled in her lap, and she gave the ribbow a squeeze with on...

Cyrn had been attempting to persuade Ezra all day to donate some blood after hearing the news. He wasn't a huge fan of needles and knew his lover was even worse than him around the idea of them, but he felt they both had to do something to help, even if it was as little as donating. After some back and forth, Ezra relented and agreed, with the terms that they go get something to eat or drink afterwards.    And that brings us to the waiting room of the blood bank. Ezra had been...

Nestled in a far corner of the church’s hall, tucked away from the crowds, Blush did not often find himself in Satin’s prayer room. A room that was nearly filled to the brim with all of the nun’s curiosities of fortune-telling and decorated everywhere with her heart motifs. Blush admitted he didn’t quite understand Satin’s fascinations with love. The priest never used to give much thought to the feeling beyond being in stray passing and that was only because he wouldn’t hum...