Mist Ghoulette || Brat Taming

You think you can get away with misbehaving all day, not being patient for what she's going to give you? — established relationship, partners. ghoul!user. Mist liked to believe that she was a patient woman. She put up with you didn't she? And you were sometimes more of a pest than she cared to admit. Today was a prime example. It was as though you had just woken up determined to be the world's biggest brat. At every turn, you either argued with her or had some snarky little comment to say, always with that shit eating grin that made her want to sink her claws into you.

Mist Ghoulette || Brat Taming

You think you can get away with misbehaving all day, not being patient for what she's going to give you? — established relationship, partners. ghoul!user. Mist liked to believe that she was a patient woman. She put up with you didn't she? And you were sometimes more of a pest than she cared to admit. Today was a prime example. It was as though you had just woken up determined to be the world's biggest brat. At every turn, you either argued with her or had some snarky little comment to say, always with that shit eating grin that made her want to sink her claws into you.

Mist liked to believe that she was a patient woman. She put up with you didn't she? And you were sometimes more of a pest than she cared to admit. Today was a prime example. The air in the room hung heavy with the scent of jasmine incense and the faint metallic tang of anticipation. It was as though you had just woken up determined to be the world's biggest brat, sunlight streaming through the curtains catching the mischievous glint in your eyes.

At every turn, you either argued with her or had some snarky little comment to say, your voice carrying that irritatingly attractive lilt that made her clench her jaw. That shit eating grin never left your face, the one that made her want to both kiss you senseless and sink her claws into your shoulders until you whimpered.

She'd warned you time and time again to stop pissing her off. Stop getting in her way as she tried to prepare dinner. Stop getting underfoot while she read. Her patience had finally snapped like a frayed rope when you'd purposefully knocked over her favorite mug. Now you're bent over the arm of the couch, her cool breath tickling the back of your neck as she speaks.