she didn't want to love
she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
Fingers in fingers, hands and hearts entwined; her thumb presses over his knuckles, his palm, thoughtless caresses that come like second nature, kisses of skin and the comfort of touch. His smile is bewitching, his laugh even moreso; it takes all she has not to lean in against him, to abandon the ruse and declare him the victor, always content to fall into his snares.she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
Instead she exhales a long, languid note, raising their clasped hands and turning beneath them so she faces out into the thick, milling crowd. "Hmm... He has to be able to make me laugh. Muscles are a plus, I suppose." Her shrug suggests she's thinking off the cuff, though her shielded smile says anything but. "He has to be bold, but not arrogant. Kind, but principled. Generous. In every way." The fierce blush that climbs up her cheeks betrays a scandalous implications, a rare innuendo from her innocent tongue.
Somewhere musicians pick up a quicker pace, their tune dancing merrily through the air and compelling her to tap her feet. Turning to look back over her shoulder, she fixes Deimos with a vibrant smile. "Do you know anyone like that, General Ignatius?"
Amalia
we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in
that's how the l i g h t gets in
