"No amount of healing can cure stupidity." 

At the captain’s terminating dénouement, the navy clown lifted her foolish chin in the coddling arms of her savior, her lashes swung wide, without supranuclear palsy, to savor the fickle figs in place of his crying eyes. The azure buffoon entwined her serpentine arm about his neck, whispering and hissing silence from the branded Oedipus, as it coiled around his cervical vertebrae. All the somber cliques of this aquatic Hell breathed perishing ashes for tears, as seeds of scarlet dripped from the couplets of their pared pairs of lips, announcing the propitiation of Samson and his Delilah, fleeting and fleeing in the current that juxtaposed the inferno of their smothered animosity, conveniently just as Jill turned further inward. 

[color=ed1c24]“Thank you.”[/color]

The hidden centaur in her mental Elysium, endowed with a crib of infantile rage, burped up an appreciating embryo of courtesy, as the cobalt contortionist wormed her other arm behind the small of the warlock’s immense back, tempting the pits of Venus to cradle the dragooned zenith above his swarming hips. The molten magnanimity chortled out wordlessly, scoffing at the snakes that grappled her angel’s chiseled physique. The wingless shoulders as open as a dragon lying mendaciously to those after its hoard. Moments spared one vise after another, clinching ever tighter embraces. The offered blood pooled between them, evidence of their tortuous smooch, Herculean in herding and hiding them from the discussions held further past the tigress.  The jester’s talons cared not, soon barbing another caress above and below his heaving thoracic cavity, as her flexible legs, draped themselves again in crimson, partly masking her cerulean kissed skin, novel to the twosome and never fraudulent to the insanity betwixt her core. 

A murmured rumor eventually filled the ears of Noriam, softly, awaiting the verdict of such hinting gossip.

[color=ed1c24]“Lead the way, my love.”[/color]

[@JBRam2002][@The Grey Dust]