With an enthusiastic nod of confirmation Lily continues, “Frey gave it to me… in return for an orgy.” She laughs, a little bit embarrassed at saying it out loud, but the truth was the truth and enough time had passed (and enough participants as well) that it seems like a frivolous thing to try and hide. Clearly Lily doesn’t have any hangups about sex. And she’s slowly realizing that the people here don’t have nearly as many as the people in her home time and place do, either. It’s liberating. Liberating and beautiful and just as soon as she gets over this last bit of guilt over Lucas, she’ll get back on the horse.
“You’re welcome to come over. I don’t get many visitors.” Does he know where she lives? Lily quickly adds, “I live in the former Church of Safrin, if you remember when Bastien lead the silly thing,” she adds with a wry tone. Blue door with a yellow star on it - aka the house with the boner room, but then that’s also another matter entirely.
As the windows are boarded up and the Jigano begins to separate the tools, Lily finds herself unsure of what else to do, knowing nothing about glass or metal and having no gloves with which to scrape the glass together and transport elsewhere.“Only by sight. He’s often in the marketplace when I’m there. We’ve never talked but… he has kind, sad eyes.” And that’s the full extent to which she knows Rory and his leather products, goats milk, and whatever else he occasionally peddles.
“I think so. Just once, though, and she offered to make me a dress but I ah, I forgot to follow up on it.” What she doesn’t say is that the Fae’s ability to make wonderful, fancy things far surpases her own ability to count stitches and make pithy designs - meant more to keep idle hands busy than for anything of true worth. Silver would still sit on the banquet table without any lace beneath. The Bible would still exist without verses quoted and decorated and hung on walls. Lily is the epitome of upper class white women uselessness, albeit a step down because she can, at least, dress herself.
“You’re welcome to come over. I don’t get many visitors.” Does he know where she lives? Lily quickly adds, “I live in the former Church of Safrin, if you remember when Bastien lead the silly thing,” she adds with a wry tone. Blue door with a yellow star on it - aka the house with the boner room, but then that’s also another matter entirely.
As the windows are boarded up and the Jigano begins to separate the tools, Lily finds herself unsure of what else to do, knowing nothing about glass or metal and having no gloves with which to scrape the glass together and transport elsewhere.“Only by sight. He’s often in the marketplace when I’m there. We’ve never talked but… he has kind, sad eyes.” And that’s the full extent to which she knows Rory and his leather products, goats milk, and whatever else he occasionally peddles.
“I think so. Just once, though, and she offered to make me a dress but I ah, I forgot to follow up on it.” What she doesn’t say is that the Fae’s ability to make wonderful, fancy things far surpases her own ability to count stitches and make pithy designs - meant more to keep idle hands busy than for anything of true worth. Silver would still sit on the banquet table without any lace beneath. The Bible would still exist without verses quoted and decorated and hung on walls. Lily is the epitome of upper class white women uselessness, albeit a step down because she can, at least, dress herself.
