Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
The cold water crashes over her bare feet, a little chilly for her Ancient bones as she grips her toes in the sand. It makes the warmth that appears flush to her back all the more enjoyable, a pleased grin ghosting across her features when his arms snake around her body. A low chuckle starts in her chest, lost in the soft sound of the waves that rush by their legs.
Vesper's dark voice tickles against the inside of her ear like shadows, a tingle spreading deliciously down her spine, already flaring the heat in her stomach. It's quicker to take this time without her fighting the instinct at every turn and Thal can feel the quiet crescendo of her heart, anticipation wetting her lips.
As if confused by his words, her head tilts to hear him better, all soft features and 'perplexion.' An innocent hum rings out from her. "I have no idea what you mean." But the way her hands come to settle over his proves that she knows exactly what kind of trouble she is, especially as she leans her head back into his chest, pressing his grasp tighter around her. The tines of her horns don't quite reach to scrape against his skin, but her tail weaves seductively between his legs, gentle brushes and faint touches playing up and down to tempt him.
Vesper's dark voice tickles against the inside of her ear like shadows, a tingle spreading deliciously down her spine, already flaring the heat in her stomach. It's quicker to take this time without her fighting the instinct at every turn and Thal can feel the quiet crescendo of her heart, anticipation wetting her lips.
As if confused by his words, her head tilts to hear him better, all soft features and 'perplexion.' An innocent hum rings out from her. "I have no idea what you mean." But the way her hands come to settle over his proves that she knows exactly what kind of trouble she is, especially as she leans her head back into his chest, pressing his grasp tighter around her. The tines of her horns don't quite reach to scrape against his skin, but her tail weaves seductively between his legs, gentle brushes and faint touches playing up and down to tempt him.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
