Theea
maybe there's a way out of the cage where you live
I can’t help smiling a little at the mention of his flower shop, my eyes lighting with curiosity. “I can’t wait to see it,” I say, the words almost bubbling out of me. “Especially these very cryptic things you keep hinting at. You make it sound like you’ve got monsters growing in pots back there.” Hell, he probably does.
As he steps around me to snip the back of the dress, I beam at his answer to being my cousin. And then I snort to his advice regarding masquerade behavior. “That sounds like a very long list of things you would do,” I tease with a laugh. “I don’t think I could ever catch up to your escapades.”
Carefully, I step out of the pinned-together dress, laying it across the table like it’s something delicate and rare. I just… stare at it for a moment, admiration softening my face. “Thank you,” I murmur, my voice warmer than I expect. “Those were my dad’s favorite colors. It means a lot.”
I glance back up at him with a smile that edges toward playful again, tilting my head. “Now… what about yours? Do you want help sewing yours together?”
As he steps around me to snip the back of the dress, I beam at his answer to being my cousin. And then I snort to his advice regarding masquerade behavior. “That sounds like a very long list of things you would do,” I tease with a laugh. “I don’t think I could ever catch up to your escapades.”
Carefully, I step out of the pinned-together dress, laying it across the table like it’s something delicate and rare. I just… stare at it for a moment, admiration softening my face. “Thank you,” I murmur, my voice warmer than I expect. “Those were my dad’s favorite colors. It means a lot.”
I glance back up at him with a smile that edges toward playful again, tilting my head. “Now… what about yours? Do you want help sewing yours together?”
maybe one of these days you can let the light in
