I’ve kept to myself throughout the game, not that what’s going on isn’t exciting and hilarious, but it doesn’t involve me, so why would I interrupt? But then the spinner lands on me, and just like that I am involved, or at least about to be, with a man who talks a big game.
I move in to meet him in the middle, wings making my scuffling look far more graceful than it really is. His hand coming up to my face is met with a grin, and I murmur, loud enough for only him: ”Oh, you’re a charmer aren’t you?” Then I lean into the hand on my cheek and towards his lips, eyes fluttering closed. It’s nice, until it’s more than that, his probing tongue met with a giggle and a moment of resistance.
He pulls away before I do, and I laugh properly, reaching out to bat at his shoulder playfully. ”We should get to know each other better.” I tease, moving back to my spot and waiting expectantly for the next spin.
Tarasha
the adnascentia of my soul will crack the earth
