RP Post: Little Lizard Valentine

The couch was soft like frosting, all pink velvet and heart-shaped pillows that squished when you leaned on them. Cassidy had her chin resting on her arms, her legs kicked up behind her, the ruffles of her Valentine’s dress bunched up just a little at the back.

She was nose-to-nose with Strahd von Zarovich, who didn’t seem too bothered by it. He blinked once, very slowly, like a sleepy little dragon stretched out in the sun.

Cassidy reached out one careful finger and tapped beside his tiny claw.
“’Scuse me, Mister Zarovich,” she whispered. “But will you be my Valentine?”

He didn’t answer. But he didn’t say no either.
That counted.