vanplive

They ask sometimes, in clumsy whispers or poorly veiled curi..

Published: August 18th 2025, 2:12:06 pm

They ask sometimes, in clumsy whispers or poorly veiled curiosity, "But don't you mind...?" Mind? How could I mind the very things that make her more? I love the boldness of the raven's wing spanning her shoulder blade – not despite its size, but because it mirrors the fierceness in her soul. I adore the delicate sparkle of her septum ring – not in spite of it, but because it catches the light when she throws her head back in laughter, amplifying her joy.