(Tw for mvrder mentioned) Love yawned, stretching out her wings, trapped in the cell where the queen had locked her in for her crimes. Which part of the masquerade of a sweet caring cat didn’t work, now? “Welcome…” Skeleton muttered, pushing a fish into the jail cell. She was a guard. Was it to intimidate them? She looked cool- very scary. She liked that about herself. “Hello, dear!” Love dipped her head in a friendly greeting, pushing her annoyance aside, still, what part should she have to improve? She’d escape this place somehow. “So…” Skeleton studied the winged cat carefully. “Okay. Let’s go, you’re up for a tour of the prison today. What’re you in for?” “Well, love,” Love ruffled her wings. “‘s called self defense, dear!” “Tell me what you did.” Skeleton growled. “Mvrder, of course!” Love chirped, sweetness like honey coating her voice. “Don’t the dear cats tell you what we do?” “No, they don’t. They foxing don’t.” “They don’t?” Love fluttered towards her. Skeleton batted her away. “No.” “This……This is the cafeteria.” “How did Queen Carpet-“ she coughed, “Queen Camellia find out?” “Guards, I suppose!” Skel took off into the sky. “Hey, aren’t you suppose to watch me?” Love exclaimed. “I trust you!” she replied. “You shouldn’t!” … “So,” Love murmured, seeing Skeleton pass by. “You really want me to talk with you?” “Of course, Skel! I’m so bored!” “O-of course.” Skel murmured. “It’s so boring.” Love muttered dully. “I know!” Skeleton purred, “but cheer up, we’re friends now!” Friends. Okay. Friends…. Longlonglonglong timeskip “Uhm, so, dear” Love began. “Will you be my mate?” No more motivation
