EZRA
Oh look, the wolf is pulling in her fangs. That's some progress, and yeah, you do preen, because fuck if you don't still got it going, the power to spin Your head rests on your palms as you watch her sip the drink, letting your warm gaze linger on her lips, the way those hands hold the glass. It's a complimentary look, nothing more (yet) - you're not a heathen, just a connoisseur, capable of recognizing beauty wherever it is. Something about her is oddly familiar. Have you seen her before? Nah, you'd recognize that scar for sure, but still...
Another mystery to tuck away. She's already full of mysteries, this one.
It's gonna make things fun.
Again you smile at her compliment, not even trying to pretend it wasn't for you (cus, like, it was either way, in a sense.) "You flatter me," you purr, your expression still pointedly unassuming, not that you could be particularly intimidating even if you tried. Especially dressed the way you are, with a wide v-neck vest and a skirt she can't see - Edy's been, ah, rubbing off on you. At her question you laugh, good-natured and lilting, your lashes fluttering prettily as you tilt your head like the maiden you most certainly are not. "Oh yes at least on the first date. Second one, though..." You wink at her and lick your lips. "Tell you what, though, darling? I'll trade you. A secret of yours for a secret of mine." Your pretty face is earnest, but playful, too. It doesn't have to be a serious secret. You just wanna crack further into the puzzle behind those eyes.
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
