cigarettes, the taste of your whiskey lips
"It sounds hella fake. That's all I'm sayin'." Edy replied with a shrug. At the question of whether it was something she'd like to see, for a moment the Launceleyn remained silent. Wiggling her toes in the water and enjoying the sound of the ripples, Edy finally shook her head. "Nah. I ain't so far gone that I need a fish to help me sort my shit out. How about you?"
Leaning forward and letting her feet touch along the bottom where she could reach, Edy eyed the pale ascended with a skeptical and mischevious sort of gaze. "Why not?" She asked curiously. "I'm not your type, so what do you care if I look?" She asked with a grin, thrusting a palm towards him to shoot a spray of water in his direction.
Leaning forward and letting her feet touch along the bottom where she could reach, Edy eyed the pale ascended with a skeptical and mischevious sort of gaze. "Why not?" She asked curiously. "I'm not your type, so what do you care if I look?" She asked with a grin, thrusting a palm towards him to shoot a spray of water in his direction.
still haunting my every kiss
