[private] break it all down, peregrine jude

[peregrine jude]

peregrine jude

i glow pink in the night in my room

 Jude has always loved the way teeth feel on her skin. Primal, cruel, decisive—she closes her eyes and remembers the scrape, the hot breath, the way air catches in her throat. This vicious beauty, the way they tangle, their stately and sculpted visages . . .

She indulges, as she always does. Indulges with no moderation.

This will kill her one day—perhaps HE will kill her one day.

But she eats the idea of control with a wild grin on her face and stares the Devil square in the face. She beckons him closer with her fluttering lashes and vivid eyes. Jude sees his want and takes him by the hand, tangoes with her favorite mixture of sex and violence.

Jude smiles at his coy response, some flavor of evil flashing in her eyes. “I’m certainly not Persephone . . .” she whispers on an exhale, lifting saccharine lips dangerously close to his. And then she draws away suddenly, tucking her coquettish chin to her silky smooth chest. “But I think I’d be pretty good at rulin’ Hell.”

She pauses, brings her chin back out a few inches and tilts her head. “Do you want to find out what I’m made of?”

A dare.

i've been blossoming alone over you

@[messiah]