i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
Oblivious, his lessons hadn't included flirting or even being able to seek out someone's gaze in a crowded room, Ever turns with obvious surprise toward the Maverick. Knowing exactly who he was looking at—Dahlia's lavender haze hadn't diminished his capacity for knowing his political figureheads—the aviator offers the blonde a polite smile before turning his blue gaze back to his glass. "New to you, maybe." He says, reaching for his tumbler and emptying it.
"Sure. But that one was too sweet." He says of the whiskey, disliking the sugary way it slid slowly down his throat only to pulse with dying heat in his stomach instead of burning the way he'd heard a good whiskey good.
"I've just come from the House of Midnight." Ever offers conversationally. "I was learning from some of their staff before I was told about the Dusklight."
"Sure. But that one was too sweet." He says of the whiskey, disliking the sugary way it slid slowly down his throat only to pulse with dying heat in his stomach instead of burning the way he'd heard a good whiskey good.
"I've just come from the House of Midnight." Ever offers conversationally. "I was learning from some of their staff before I was told about the Dusklight."
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