"Mm, that is so," Dahlia murmurs, sitting cross legged on the bed and rolling her glass between her hands, nodding to the space beside her as if to invite him to sit down. "Let's see... I heard that you spurned the stars to embrace Frey. That you were thrown from Torchline's highest cliff and walked out of the sea days later. That you can change your shape, and that no one knows how many live under your skin."
Grinning now, she raises her eyebrows as if to ask if any - or all - are true. "I heard you were untouchable, but also a great fuck. And that you wear your heart on your sleeve." Sighing, she takes another long, burning sip of whiskey and stretches back on the bed. "They never mention you being such a gentleman, though."
Grinning now, she raises her eyebrows as if to ask if any - or all - are true. "I heard you were untouchable, but also a great fuck. And that you wear your heart on your sleeve." Sighing, she takes another long, burning sip of whiskey and stretches back on the bed. "They never mention you being such a gentleman, though."
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
