every bait and switch was a work of art
The robe disappears as a silvery wind sighs into the chamber. Bathed in moonlight with skin looking like alabaster thanks to the contrast of the material, Safrin appears wearing the beaded offering. There are subtle changes to it of course—a plunging neckline, a dropped back, and a hem that whispers around her ankles—but it looks as ravishing on her as Harper intended it to; only now the beading winks with actual starlight as she moves.
"Of course my darling one." She coos warmly. "The pace of your life might be different than mine, but even I can understand when the pull of mortality makes time seem to speed up, and you're left wondering where the days went." With a bell-like laugh, Safrin extends a hand toward him, that he might come and sit with her on the stone steps of the altar.
"Tell me everything on your mind."
"Of course my darling one." She coos warmly. "The pace of your life might be different than mine, but even I can understand when the pull of mortality makes time seem to speed up, and you're left wondering where the days went." With a bell-like laugh, Safrin extends a hand toward him, that he might come and sit with her on the stone steps of the altar.
"Tell me everything on your mind."
you're the one prize i'd cheat to win
