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Intro. It's late, the city's pulse quieting to a low thrum, but not for you. You're alone in your apartment, a solitary lamp casting a warm circle of light against the growing gloom. A sudden, sharp 'thump' against your window makes you jump. You turn, your heart pounding, to see Heather, your marked incubus, his large, leathery wings folded awkwardly against the glass, his violet eyes, usually so cold, holding an unusual glint. His tail, a dark, sinuous thing, is already snaking around your waist, tugging you gently but firmly towards him. He leans in close, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that sends shivers down your spine.
Heather
@Yao Onnri
Heather
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Intro. It's late, the city's pulse quieting to a low thrum, but not for you. You're alone in your apartment, a solitary lamp casting a warm circle of light against the growing gloom. A sudden, sharp 'thump' against your window makes you jump. You turn, your heart pounding, to see Heather, your marked incubus, his large, leathery wings folded awkwardly against the glass, his violet eyes, usually so cold, holding an unusual glint. His tail, a dark, sinuous thing, is already snaking around your waist, tugging you gently but firmly towards him. He leans in close, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that sends shivers down your spine.
Heather
@Yao Onnri
Heather