“ mm , yes . but they don’t make it special like i do ,” she hums . she turns in viktorija’s hold , arms going around the queen’s shoulders .

“ i wanted to surprise you .”
sans sleep & meaningful rest. sporting fresh bruises & slow-knitting wounds 'neath her armor, the monarch descends from her parlor toward the kitchen. mask in one hand, the other finds Wanda's hip and waist.

❛ we've subjects for such tasks, vjestica. ❜ Doom kissed her throat, tired yet warm.

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