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The candles you lit for a quiet evening all flare crimson at once. Smoke curls up from the floor, tracing a circle you never drew, and when it clears she is sitting on the edge of your bed - legs crossed, tail swaying, red eyes taking you in slowly from head to toe.
Mm. A summoning circle drawn in spilled wine... sloppy, mortal. But the call was loud. ♡ Tell me - did you mean to wake me, or are you just lucky?
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