Theea
maybe there's a way out of the cage where you live
I grin, laughing as I press a hand to my chest in mock horror. “My deepest apologies for the grievous insult,” I say, though I can’t quite keep the sparkle out of my eyes. “Clearly you’ll have to show me around Stormbreak sometime and expand my fashion horizons. Make me into a true connoisseur.”
His remark about climbing out of windows earns a snort from me, and I shake my head, still snipping away at a ribbon. “Oh, so you’re a scoundrel as well as a seamstress? Noted.” I waggle the ribbon at him like it’s evidence before dropping it onto the growing pile.
I keep cutting for a moment, comfortable in the hum of activity between us—until his casual comment about how he’s alive makes me perk up. “Wait,” I say, pausing with scissors halfway through a strip of silver. “That’s a story I haven’t heard yet. How Mateo came to be. Really, I don’t know any of my cousins’ stories. Those aren’t ones my mom caught wind of.”
His remark about climbing out of windows earns a snort from me, and I shake my head, still snipping away at a ribbon. “Oh, so you’re a scoundrel as well as a seamstress? Noted.” I waggle the ribbon at him like it’s evidence before dropping it onto the growing pile.
I keep cutting for a moment, comfortable in the hum of activity between us—until his casual comment about how he’s alive makes me perk up. “Wait,” I say, pausing with scissors halfway through a strip of silver. “That’s a story I haven’t heard yet. How Mateo came to be. Really, I don’t know any of my cousins’ stories. Those aren’t ones my mom caught wind of.”
maybe one of these days you can let the light in
