"And isn't that what makes them so tantalising?" Dahlia sighs, turning her pale face up to the dancing light overhead, sinking down into the sheets with the two empty glasses in her lap. "Anything worth loving is dangerous." And it sounds so vast and dreamlike when she speaks it up into the void like this. Perhaps a different kind of baggage to Sunjata, but it holds weight nonetheless.
Holding the glasses steady for him while he pours the whiskey, she reaches out to hand him one of the drinks, pressing the other to her lips to sample the liquid fire once more. "I like you, Sunjata," she decides. "You both are and aren't like the stories I've heard. Better than them, I would say."
Holding the glasses steady for him while he pours the whiskey, she reaches out to hand him one of the drinks, pressing the other to her lips to sample the liquid fire once more. "I like you, Sunjata," she decides. "You both are and aren't like the stories I've heard. Better than them, I would say."
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
