𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐈𝐑 ! the way she waltzed, and waltzed into the room she did, was entrancing— drawing booth’s eye to every step, every sway, and the way her skirts bounced at the top of her knees. another moment longer of staring, and booth would have found embarrassment staining his cheeks— however as he had manged to pull himself away from such a trance the fae like girl seemed to cast, he offers her his hand in greeting; pulse strong in marble digits... so like the little girl in the next room, held in the arms of both her mother and father as thanks were poured through touch, as war had been avoided this day. “ we’ve yet to be introduced, i believe— your name is alice, correct? “ ———— / @oracleu liked for a starter !