Ain't that a kick in the head?

zephyr

"Didn' take ya for a jealous one." Which, fuck, hopefully you're right on that read - you lack the bandwidth required to deal with a hookup-turned-disaster right now. But if anything you've heard about Eloise is true, the girl has no issues with no-strings-sharing.

Which is good. Your life has enough strings as it is.

"Neat trick," you rumble in response to the illusion, leaning in closer to peer over her shoulder at the map. One of your hands rests on the table; the other one waits impatiently at your side, itching to accept the invitations laced in Eloise's words. You shake your head at her suggestion: "I'd rather have fewer'a the outsiders knowin' 'bout our little trade routes."

Turning so you stand just behind her, you let your body hover a mere hair's breadth away. Your voice is a low rumble near her ear; your left hand reaches out to pull a lock of hair from her face. "Hard'n fast has its place, Eloise, but I've found slow'n steady a bit more satisfyin', myself." A valiant and terrible attempt at flirting, but you aren't thinking entirely with your brain anymore.

I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still