and it burns like a gin and i like it
Aisha laughed once again, amused at how readily the man before him with all his magic and divine abilities would resign himself to the less than flattering nicknames. She enjoyed his humor, the easy turns their conversation took over the hum of work and booze. "Who's your boss?" she asked, lifting the glass of water he'd filled for her and considering it with a circle of her finger.
A hybrid, attuned and abandoned. Still so many things to be learned; what shifts? What other magic did he possess. But once again the conversation was spun onto her. She grinned, "I could tell you, or show you. Depends on how freaked out you want these drunks to be," she replied, finally drinking the water from her glass, then sliding it back to Loren in hope of something spicier.
A hybrid, attuned and abandoned. Still so many things to be learned; what shifts? What other magic did he possess. But once again the conversation was spun onto her. She grinned, "I could tell you, or show you. Depends on how freaked out you want these drunks to be," she replied, finally drinking the water from her glass, then sliding it back to Loren in hope of something spicier.
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
AISHA
