Face of a saint. Lips of a sinner
“Mmhmm. Do you know any redheads who aren’t awesome?” she shoots back, using her god-given looks the way she’s supposed to.
Whatever Sunjata may think, it’s enough to give Lily his full attention, and she smiles to herself as he closes the book on the table. “Attuned then? Or… normal?” Maybe he could answer some questions for her, if the conversation drifts that way. She’s been thinking about being more, about whether or not she wants to physically remain the same woman she was back in Virginia. Maybe it’s time to allow herself to change - in small ways. She would never want to change the core of her being, the part of her that wants to lay this broody man across the table and ride him till someone comes to tell them they’re making too much noise.
“Well, I’m not normal either. Or good, depending on which people in which world you ask,” she remarks dryly, but with a carefree manner. “What kind of “bad?” Making air quotes around the word, she fixes the man as he reshelves, almost daring him to shock her.
Whatever Sunjata may think, it’s enough to give Lily his full attention, and she smiles to herself as he closes the book on the table. “Attuned then? Or… normal?” Maybe he could answer some questions for her, if the conversation drifts that way. She’s been thinking about being more, about whether or not she wants to physically remain the same woman she was back in Virginia. Maybe it’s time to allow herself to change - in small ways. She would never want to change the core of her being, the part of her that wants to lay this broody man across the table and ride him till someone comes to tell them they’re making too much noise.
“Well, I’m not normal either. Or good, depending on which people in which world you ask,” she remarks dryly, but with a carefree manner. “What kind of “bad?” Making air quotes around the word, she fixes the man as he reshelves, almost daring him to shock her.
