It will be a question for later, just who is leading whom along the playful path of flirtation, and to what end. For those looking in, though, it will appear like a perfectly choreographed dance between them; the fraction of space between Dahlia and Sunjata; the brush of feathers; the smiles that curl across their lips. "I see," she murmurs, letting her fingers tease along the underside of one of his wings, as if to sample the velvet softness for herself.
"I can clear my schedule," she assures him. "And I'll ride (with) you anywhere you like." Lowering her sunglasses enough for playful cerulean eyes to meet his own, there's no small part of Dahlia that yearns to reach out and sink her fingers deep into his ribcage, to feel the flutter of his heartbeat around her hands. Patience, though. There may be time enough yet for that.
"I can clear my schedule," she assures him. "And I'll ride (with) you anywhere you like." Lowering her sunglasses enough for playful cerulean eyes to meet his own, there's no small part of Dahlia that yearns to reach out and sink her fingers deep into his ribcage, to feel the flutter of his heartbeat around her hands. Patience, though. There may be time enough yet for that.
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
