and I tried to remember how nice it had been
”Such lies. Much slander,” Vai confirms, closing her eyes as he leans in to kiss her nose. He smells like blackberries and the sea, and she smiles as they sway to the beat of their own drum. ”I never said I was anything but a marshmallow,” she informs him haughtily, though the way she acts (and drinks, and shoots arrows into things) says differently. Zeph squeezes her ass and Vai tilts her hips against him, stepping away to look around as well.
Her fingers slip into his more and more readily, the witch spying a hoop tossing game in one corner. ”A prize, eh? I think I could win you a little something.” Winking, she tugs his hand and leads them over to the game, accepting three hoops and narrowing her eyes at the pegs against the wall. ”Want to compete?”
Her fingers slip into his more and more readily, the witch spying a hoop tossing game in one corner. ”A prize, eh? I think I could win you a little something.” Winking, she tugs his hand and leads them over to the game, accepting three hoops and narrowing her eyes at the pegs against the wall. ”Want to compete?”
a long long time ago
Vervain
