A dazzling comet-trail to the gravity of his presence, Dahlia parts the crowd like a hot knife, making a beeline for Dorian. With raven hair wind-tousled and a simple cotton dress leaving plenty of pale flesh on show, she's the picture of an innocent Longheat maiden; indeed, en route to his side, she even pauses to adjust the strap on one of her sandals, catching the eye of a man on his way out of the Tower.
Assuring he's seen enough of her to think on it for the rest of the afternoon, Dahlia rises back to her feet and puts herself squarely into Dorian's orbit.
"This place suits you," she says softly, glancing at the Tower overhead and the velvet shadows they stand in. "Shall we take it?"
Assuring he's seen enough of her to think on it for the rest of the afternoon, Dahlia rises back to her feet and puts herself squarely into Dorian's orbit.
"This place suits you," she says softly, glancing at the Tower overhead and the velvet shadows they stand in. "Shall we take it?"
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
