I would fall from grace just to touch your face
Despite no longer being a working Madame or even putting herself in the position to be blatantly ogled anymore, the Nightshade knows when eyes are on her and there are definitely eyes on her. They start at her feet, dragging up the expanse of her toned legs that can be seen through the sheer skirt of her dress, tattoo stark against the milky white of her skin where it wraps around her ankle and disappears over her hip and beneath her corseted top.
His words, however, cause her to stop short. The Queen turns, dark brows lifting towards her hairline in surprise and painted lips turning down into a pretty frown. ”Excuse me?” She repeats again. This time a question tinging the words as jade eyes study his features, flicking up to the horns protruding from the crown of his head, momentarily distracted by the way her own crown of starlight glitters against the diamonds.
His words, however, cause her to stop short. The Queen turns, dark brows lifting towards her hairline in surprise and painted lips turning down into a pretty frown. ”Excuse me?” She repeats again. This time a question tinging the words as jade eyes study his features, flicking up to the horns protruding from the crown of his head, momentarily distracted by the way her own crown of starlight glitters against the diamonds.
Maeve
