[private] to taste your fire

[brunhilde]

i'm a geyser, feel it bubbling from below
hear it call, hear it call, hear it call to me, constantly

She trails after the smoky shapeshifter as if she is but a predator called to the tantalizing smell of bloody prey. A smile would spread across her face if she knew that her claws are caught tightly in Vastra’s flesh, but she is content to sit in the hope that this pretty woman might wish to consider her for just a little longer.

Brunhilde follows and only for a second does she think she may be creepy for tailing Vastra all this way. They do not trek for terribly long, but the wildfire does (for just a second) think that she would whip angrily on anyone so close to her this late at night. Hell, she would probably rip them to shreds—she thinks she might even rip Vastra to shreds for not acknowledging she has a stalker.

The moon glows on the water in such a serene way that for a moment the dainty flame is hypnotized. Her focused gemstone eyes trail from the cream woman’s wings to the reflection of the sky in the dark river. Silver mingles with startling gold of her gaze, and for a moment she looks like an ethereal being, like she may have drifted from heavens just a second before.

Too bad she is more hellhound than cherub.

Brunhilde, comes the whisper of the pegasus, and the glowing woman smiles secretly to herself. This is an innocent pleasure in knowing that the shapeshifter may want her here as much as she wants to be here. Brun desires to run her muzzle along the slopes of her companion’s silky sides, but she resists for fear of ruining the odd intimacy of the moment; instead, she steps quietly to the shore with that sweet, simple smile.

“How’d you know?” She can hardly hide the grin in her voice.

and hear the harmony only when it's harming me
it's not real, it's not real, it's not real enough

Brunhilde

@[Vastra] do you know i love them with every fiber of my being