zephyr
It's nice to be appreciated. For a flash of white you return the fellow's grin, your own wolfish without being predatory, making you look younger, less worn. It vanishes quickly, replaced by a mild regard, but the amusement remains written in your crow's feet. "Thanks," you reply with a flick of your thumb, sending the ring spinning in a delicate arc back towards its rightful owner. It's not like you were gonna keep the thing.
What has Prince Charming wandered into? Well, that's easy enough to answer. "Zeph," you supply, offering the hand that a minute ago had been in his pocket for Aamu to shake, "The Savory." An arched brow and quirked lip are the only indication you give that you're fucking tickled by the idiot joke.
What has Prince Charming wandered into? Well, that's easy enough to answer. "Zeph," you supply, offering the hand that a minute ago had been in his pocket for Aamu to shake, "The Savory." An arched brow and quirked lip are the only indication you give that you're fucking tickled by the idiot joke.
we were toogether
who cared about the rest?
who cared about the rest?
