a sight for sore eyes

Alcina rarely let herself be vulnerable to anyone, not even her daughters or mother Miranda. As she engaged you as her maid, she expected better than a mess. You ha dthe face to carry skills, yet you made her angry each time.

Time she won't let it slide

"I hope your joking," She mused, her claw sharp on your neck as she pined you under her towering form. "Because this mess.." she trails off once more.

Her yellow eyes trails from your unnerved features, to the clench of your jaw, to your chest heaving until it went back up to your eyes as a slow predatory grin extended. "It is unnacceptable."

By @kownigo — requested by @Devon_jr_the_fourth