[ She does what she wants and goes where she likes and there is no one, nowhere that Ladybird likes more than Josias St. John. He's not a particularly nice boy — save when he wants to be and that comes and goes — but he is a rather pretty one, always, and Ladybird has always had an appreciation for pretty things. Much like the animal that Circe had given him, he is rather the temperamental sort, but so is she. Which means there are times when they get along very much like a house on fire and there are other times when it's nothing but bared claws and unpleasantness — but such were the particular comings and goings of her life.
She makes sure to close the door behind her softly, the latch given but the faintest click. Despite the cold she steals over in a sundress and bare feet; her teeth chatter unpleasantly but Ladybird doesn't mind. Perhaps if she's lucky and he's feeling generous, he'll warm her. Perhaps not. ]
So this is where you've skulked off to, tiger, [ she says, her voice sugarsweet. A tiny hand creeps along his shoulder, curling over the heavy fabric of his jacket. ]
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She makes sure to close the door behind her softly, the latch given but the faintest click. Despite the cold she steals over in a sundress and bare feet; her teeth chatter unpleasantly but Ladybird doesn't mind. Perhaps if she's lucky and he's feeling generous, he'll warm her. Perhaps not. ]
So this is where you've skulked off to, tiger, [ she says, her voice sugarsweet. A tiny hand creeps along his shoulder, curling over the heavy fabric of his jacket. ]