Where does Melita dock the Firecracker when she isn't using it? How much time does she even spend aboard the ship? Does she live there?
Irrelevant to Dahlia, all of it.
Regardless, the next time the Honeybee arrives at her little schooner, it will be to a visitor seated on the railing, legs dangling over the side, bare feet enjoying the tickle of a breeze. In a pair of pale shorts and a linen shirt that looks as if it ought to belong to a man at least twice her size, the Reaper is the picture of a carefree Torcher enjoying the Flowerbirth afternoon.
And she offers a grin at Melita when she appears, flashing small, white teeth. "Hello, dear," she purrs. "I was hoping we might have a little word, you and I. No fisticuffs needed, I hope. Just a quick chat."
Irrelevant to Dahlia, all of it.
Regardless, the next time the Honeybee arrives at her little schooner, it will be to a visitor seated on the railing, legs dangling over the side, bare feet enjoying the tickle of a breeze. In a pair of pale shorts and a linen shirt that looks as if it ought to belong to a man at least twice her size, the Reaper is the picture of a carefree Torcher enjoying the Flowerbirth afternoon.
And she offers a grin at Melita when she appears, flashing small, white teeth. "Hello, dear," she purrs. "I was hoping we might have a little word, you and I. No fisticuffs needed, I hope. Just a quick chat."
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
