The Sweet Aroma Of Her Voice
[ Continued From Here ]
will-o-whiskey:
She smiled up at him as his expression changed, pleased that she had been right about him being a smoke-eater. The little wisp giggled at him as he took another puff. “Glad ya like it dear, ya looked like ya needed a smoke” She purred as she watched him. It was enthusing for her to watch skeleton monsters smoke, she was curious if smoking for them was similar to her smoking her shadows holding the smoke like their bones and magic.
She hovered from the ground and acted as if she was sitting and rested her chin in her wooden hand. She truly wondered how she always ran into the tall and handsome strangers, luck must be on her side.
Eventually, that sweet, intoxicating voice started to flow into him as it caught his attention from the smoke that was filling the inside confinement of his bones. Their voice being even more delectable to him than any other thing that he could ever hear or taste.
Not to mention that she was one fine looking doll to boot.
It was simply perfection at it’s most finest.
Blowing out another line of smoke in front of himself, he aimed the sweet aroma directly at her as his signature smirk soon spread across his lips in a teasing manner as he listened to her soothing voice while it tugged at his heart strings.
* I did indeed, Doll. My thanks goes to ya.
His voice coming out just a smoothly and mingling perfectly with the low tone of it, he spoke to her without losing his sight of her either. Man, something about her was.. Captivating. He was honestly entranced by this point; Not that he minded in the slightest.
Another small puff of the cigarette and another exhale of the delicious smoke, he directs his words at her once more.
* So, tell me.. What’s a sweet thing like you doin’ aroun’ these parts?