dahlia
You can't buy this fineness
Hmming and offering little more than that in response to his remark, Dahlia nonetheless keeps her eyes and ears open as they meander through the quiet little settlement. The sunset bleeds everything in shades of amber and orange, and it's with a soft inhale of sweet grasses and warmth still lingering on her skin that she follows Sunjata towards the small house. "Quaint," she remarks, because run down isn't the vibe she thinks he's going for.
"Did you believe you were a god?" she continues as they head inside, Dahlia letting her fingers spider along the barrels, drumming out a soft rhythm before moving on to the glasses. "Do you think that now?" Tilting her head and offering him a cat-like smile, the mess is clearly the last thing on her mind. "Alright. Show me the best of this whiskey."
"Did you believe you were a god?" she continues as they head inside, Dahlia letting her fingers spider along the barrels, drumming out a soft rhythm before moving on to the glasses. "Do you think that now?" Tilting her head and offering him a cat-like smile, the mess is clearly the last thing on her mind. "Alright. Show me the best of this whiskey."
Let me see the heat get to it
