"You would have known if it was a bad time, dear," Dahlia says smoothly, setting the wine glass down before Flora and corking the bottle again before sitting back in her seat with her own drink. There's no banter this time, no remarks about the Dusklight or any further detail on the state of the room; just the Reaper, regarding Flora quietly over the rim of her glass. Drinking deeply from it before setting it down, she picks at a non-existent bit of lint on the sleeve of her blouse with nails as red as her lips.
"I am hoping, based on your letters, that your are about to make this a rather good time. I do have to ask about your change of heart, though, especially given the unfortunate tension between our two families." Raising dark brows and walking her fingers around her wine glass, she lets the silence yawn between them as she waits for Flora's answer.
"I am hoping, based on your letters, that your are about to make this a rather good time. I do have to ask about your change of heart, though, especially given the unfortunate tension between our two families." Raising dark brows and walking her fingers around her wine glass, she lets the silence yawn between them as she waits for Flora's answer.
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
