every bait and switch was a work of art
A dream. Hers, not his. And invitation that doesn't leave the option for refusal.
They are no in the marble and gold bathhouse where last they met in this place, but on the coast of somewhere beautiful. It's dusk, the sky a warm purple the cover of bruises left by lovebites on pale skin.
Safrin sits with her toes in the sand staring out upon the sea. The gown she wears billows back from her body, carried by a warm breeze that smells of lavender and the warmth of midnight. This is when she appears the most mortal, in times like this. Where she's tangible and touchable, where her hair is sea-tousled and her lips nude. Where her toes wiggle in the sands and she's left footprints for Ronin to follow, that he might join her on this isolated stretch of life.
They are no in the marble and gold bathhouse where last they met in this place, but on the coast of somewhere beautiful. It's dusk, the sky a warm purple the cover of bruises left by lovebites on pale skin.
Safrin sits with her toes in the sand staring out upon the sea. The gown she wears billows back from her body, carried by a warm breeze that smells of lavender and the warmth of midnight. This is when she appears the most mortal, in times like this. Where she's tangible and touchable, where her hair is sea-tousled and her lips nude. Where her toes wiggle in the sands and she's left footprints for Ronin to follow, that he might join her on this isolated stretch of life.
you're the one prize i'd cheat to win
