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8: Eyelids
The smile resting upon crimson painted lips was faint, merely hinted and almost invisible if one didn’t observe her for a while. Amber hues rested by neat features, taking in the details she had yet to discover. She had indeed seen him before, in the hallways of the actual building where the House of Velvet had its center, once. And although the encounter had been brief and wordless, she remembered him. And so it was with certain ease that her chilled, slim digits reached for his, curling around them but only providing light pressure.
His eyes were shut now, and Ksenija was quick yet graceful with her movements as she leaned forward to let her lips ghost over soft eyelids, one kiss on each of them. Featherlight. As she pulled away the small smile returned and she sought his gaze, a slight nod of her head as she refrained from speaking, letting his hands go as she took a small step back.














