Anonymous asked: qurl you should go have makeouts with yo mom. it’d be so haaaaawt

fine-wine-and-black-lipstick:

fourlesbianssuited:

Something tells me I won’t be the only one saying aaah.

If cirrhosis were going to have any effect on you, dear mother, it would already have claimed you. I think that your health is likely the least of your worries when it comes to drink.

You smile mischievously, leaning forward and pressing your lips to the glass, tilting your head back as your eyes lock on Violet’s own. You become acutely aware of her perfume, and how fine it smelled. Was that watermelon? Regardless, you steady yourself by placing a hand on her thigh, allowing her to pour the drink into your mouth.

Quite so. And in either case, my current state voids me of any such repercussions. One can not die if they are technically already dead, right? Hahaha.

You tilt the glass ever so carefully, making sure not to force too much of it into your daughter’s mouth. You take note of how full her lips are.. and how incredibly inviting they appear to be at the moment. Oh dear, those martinis were effecting you more and more. But you manage to compose yourself. You finish emptying the contents of the glass and place it aside, smiling fondly at the other.

Oh my…~

I imagine that being dead has its benefits, yes…

Particularly when you’re alive to enjoy them.

You smile, swallowing the drink and letting out a purr as the vodka slides down your throat, face a bit flushed, though whether it was from the alcohol, the sudden heat you were feeling, or something else, it was difficult to say. Finally, you decided that since you were spending time with your mother, you hardly needed to be wearing your entire suit, and started to undo the buttons of your jacket, watching her as you did so.

Forgive me, mother, but it is just a tad warm in here, don’t you think?

And I imagine it is only going to grow warmer and warmer.