The white ear bothered her? Admittedly, the thing had caused her much grief in her childhood - she had always thought it stuck out too much and stopped her from being able to hide. But it bothered Rogue? If only she had spoken up - maybe she would have rolled in red dust, turned it from white to crimson. It seemed simple enough and yet, she somehow found it all the better that her friend had never spoken an ill word of it. It made her feel... accepted, utterly and wholly. That's what she wanted to give back to Rogue, too. She wanted to give her acceptance regardless of whatever stigma was still placed on her and regardless of anything she may have done, would or could do. Even when she played rough, Malina simply dished it back (albeit a little more gentler) with hope that she'd never make Rogue feel as if she had done wrong. They'd both felt that way before, and it had been horrendous the first time. After that, she'd swore to never let it happen again.

She liked seeing her happy though - she liked seeing her swat and nip playfully, the way her lips tucked up over her teeth in a smile. Her laughter, too, was refreshing, a sound that brought Malina's own shrill laugh tumbling from her lips, her body seeming to reverberate with joy.

"We'll need to sit down one day and work out the specifics. Though, they're all daft enough that they'll likely wipe themselves out in no time."

She jested, poking her tongue out once more with a playful wag of her tail - sick humor, really, but honest. Truthfully, though, it seemed Ava and Azrael (at least) were doing quite the opposite, breeding little clones of themselves. It didn't matter though. Right now, they were a whole world away and she was simply here with Rogue, where she felt truly content. But such contentedness could hardly seem to last, with tension suddenly building between them; she could practically cut it with a knife. Just as Rogue went to move away, though, the words came out, a weight pulling off her shoulders as she breathed easier - it had been as if a whole year's worth of unspoken syllables had suddenly been taken from her.

"Do you need me to.. say it again?"

She raised a brow, shying away so slightly before forcing herself to look back and meet Rogue's eyes with her own - surely that spoke volumes enough, surely it spoke her conviction. Never had she said the words before, so surely it meant something right? Hell, she could still feel the knot forming in her throat, as if she had swallowed a damn bird alive... and now it was trying to break free. She blinked slowly, tilting her head as Rogue asked to be... mates? For a moment, she was dumbfounded - she'd never even thought of it! Two females as mates? Was it possible? It had to be... she remembered Tarquin and his mate, Makism so surely females were no different, right?

"There were others like us once before... two males. They were, well, they were mates. Why couldn't we be?"

She frowned, stepping forward towards Rogue a little awkwardly before she extended her neck, wrapping it around Rogue's own. Her tone was playful, attempting to lighten the nervousness that surrounded them both.

"So, what do you say? Can I be Mrs Rogue?"


M A L I N A
[ eight - dark angel of diveen ]


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