Fumbling and bad hickeys had been so fucking irritating when she was younger, though the marks didn't bother her nearly as much as she'd made them out to be. Her twin sister even knew it, watching Ianthe caress them while looking in the mirror before using her magic to remove them. She liked marking her territory. They both did.

"I just want to make sure you have something to remember me by," she murmured, nose brushing against the skin as she searched out the sweet spot. Usually over the carotid or the hollow an inch or so below close to where the neck met torso. When she found it, felt the reaction, she focused there. Lavishing the spot with steadily increasing pressure, she inevitably took skin between her teeth, sucking hard enough upon it to break capillaries and produce a nice little Ianthe Was Here on Dawn's neck. She'd give her another one much lower before their playtime was over.