Jun 11, 2015
korcarian
Lashes flutter o❜er amber irises, which glitter unrestrained admiration, lips curling a simper so faint, were you to blink you would surely miss it. A brow quirks, fingers smoothing along the flesh of her arm whilst they crossed upon her chest.
❛ What have you need of? ❜
The faint curl of her lips stalls her reply, the flush of colour painting her cheeks quasi-merry, if only temporarily. ‘Twas a novel façade for one that steers, yet dons airs of shadows ; darkness become, but light for the heedless.
❛ A distraction, if you will. ❜ Brisk, frigid tone grew softer, sweeter, though remained unsevered from its resolve. It was not often she would ask such, for she is one committed, if not unaltered, in her ways.