@eldsmile said: ❛ that… that’s not really paint, is it? ❜
* Britney Spears Here
Spindled digits curl into her palm, lidded eyes looking over them as a tinge of darkness still laid in her gaze. Flexing her fingers until his voice would bring her from whatever trance she was under.
Like a light switch would the lights be back in her eyes as she fluttered her lashes innocently at him. Her usual smile back on her face, being an odd pairing with the crimson that was caked over her hands and even rather spattered messily on her clothes.
A small tilt of her head; like a curious kitten.
“Alasta’, ya’ know betta’ ta’ go askin’ questions ya’ know tha’ ansa’ too already, don’t’cha? You’se a smart guy, afta’ all!” She’d cheerily respond before turning back to her hand, wiggling her fingers as some of the ‘paint’ stuck between her fingers. A glint in her eyes. The craving of that metallic on her tongue. She made no moves, though. Lest it become another addictive vice on her list that she doesn’t need.
“Excuse my mess! Ya’ know how it is when you gotta go take care’a some things!”
