"Mm, or maybe the crater is whatever's left of them," Dahlia says for the sake of playing devil's advocate - probably. Wiping the juice from her chin with one long finger, her head tilts, catlike, as she catches Sunjata's reaction (or the attempt not to have one, more like). "All this in the space of a year?" she croons, lips curling into a smile. "Happy anniversary."
Scooting to the edge of her seat, her eyes linger on the Flood's lips and then to the amber liquid in his glass, as if momentarily transfixed. "May I try some?" she asks; unsurprisingly, with the first taste of peach and cherry, already her senses seek out something new.
Scooting to the edge of her seat, her eyes linger on the Flood's lips and then to the amber liquid in his glass, as if momentarily transfixed. "May I try some?" she asks; unsurprisingly, with the first taste of peach and cherry, already her senses seek out something new.
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
