you are like the golden hour. it all glows different
His question amuses her and she laughs lightly to him before shaking her head softly. “I imagine we’d have our hands full with just the one and Pittore, hm?” She gives him a bright fanged smile, shaking her head again at the thought, the amusement that lingers in the lines of her face. Yet the comment of his name being popular in some circles and not in others has her shoulders rising and falling in a small shrug. “As if mine wasn’t either?” She chides playfully, squeezing his arm gently.
“Reyes was my mother’s maiden name. I kept it when I married Cal much to the dismay of everyone else. Though they’re probably thankful for it now.” She jests, amused despite the dark topic. At least they couldn’t say she sullied their name too.
But he agrees to her terms and she smiles brightly at that, and to the agreement of the names despite roses being boring flowers. “I like roses.” She comments rather quietly, before reaching up to pull him close to her to press her lips against his gently. “I especially like this one.” She smiles brightly up to him.
“Reyes was my mother’s maiden name. I kept it when I married Cal much to the dismay of everyone else. Though they’re probably thankful for it now.” She jests, amused despite the dark topic. At least they couldn’t say she sullied their name too.
But he agrees to her terms and she smiles brightly at that, and to the agreement of the names despite roses being boring flowers. “I like roses.” She comments rather quietly, before reaching up to pull him close to her to press her lips against his gently. “I especially like this one.” She smiles brightly up to him.
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