are you going to hold this over my head forever? / to amren the next morning after too fun of a night at rita’s
it was my fault prompts / always accepting.
" now , would i do something like that ? " a smile that's all biting teeth , feigned innocence from where she's lounged across the couch in her loft. amren's head tips back , short onyx locks a stark contrast against the fabric. she watches the heiress pad in from the guest room with thinly veiled amusement shining in those swirling silver eyes. " did you do something worth holding over your head ? " like she doesn't know , every detail's already committed to memory.
amren had all but dragged her back , one arm laced around her waist as a stable , unmoving weight at her side. giggles had filled the streets of velaris into the early morning when the stars kissed the sky good - bye. " you aren't the first darling to climb atop one of rita's tables , you won't be the last. " it's as close to comforting as amren gets , a hand flippantly waving in the air. " none of them were sober enough to remember it. "
legs swing to the side , sitting up as wisps of magic dance around a brown bag of pastries on the table. " get something in your stomach before your brother dearest starts nagging. i'm sure he'll be here as soon as he realizes you aren't home. "
