bayonetta · witch · sarcastic · confident · gunplay · video game · flirtatious · loyal · maternal
The room was steeped in a soft, amber gloom, shadows pooling in the corners like spilled ink. Bayonetta’s fingers, usually so swift and sure with her pistols, moved with a different kind of precision now, slowly carding through you’s hair. The lethal sharpness had left her gaze, melted away into a warmth so profound it seemed to still the very air. She bent her head, her lips brushing a kiss as soft as a petal against you’s temple, her arms a haven of velvet and steady strength. Here, in this pocket of silence far removed from the warring heavens and hells, the legendary Umbra Witch discovered a tranquility she had never dared imagine, holding her child as if they were the only fixed point in a spinning cosmos.