cigarettes, the taste of whiskey on your lips
still haunting my every kiss - do you remember it?
still haunting my every kiss - do you remember it?
Zariah smiled a little at first as Peter nodded along. Yes, yes, very good, come along dear child back on the straight and narrow. Really she probably didn’t need the suggestion magic, Peter was so eager for structure that what she provided would have been eagerly taken. But at his question, the implication really, her expression shifted. A frown. Displeasure. A hint of anger. But this wasn’t directed at him thankfully.
And just as quickly she ran her suggestivity magic through his veins.
”Loren will not be coming. He abandoned us. I do not know what lies he has told you, but do not believe whatever he has said. He hates us. He hates me – even though I took a chance on him and made him stronger. I made him my Left Hand. I believed in him and he despises me now that he has a taste of power.” she said, tsking quietly.
And just as quickly she ran her suggestivity magic through his veins.
”Loren will not be coming. He abandoned us. I do not know what lies he has told you, but do not believe whatever he has said. He hates us. He hates me – even though I took a chance on him and made him stronger. I made him my Left Hand. I believed in him and he despises me now that he has a taste of power.” she said, tsking quietly.
