{say]”What a gentleman,” she says as he places her shirt carefully on a rock. Weaver would have tossed it somewhere in the sand, though she’s rather thankful he did not. Less sand to deal with later.
His hands trace the ravens, and she enjoys the feel of his fingers against her skin, against the ink that lives there now. ”I would have carried them with me regardless, but this way, everyone can see.” She leans into the kiss he presses to her shoulder, eventually spinning back around, hands running up his chest to rest on his shoulders. ”There is a very good tattoo artist in Halo, if you visit.”
His hands trace the ravens, and she enjoys the feel of his fingers against her skin, against the ink that lives there now. ”I would have carried them with me regardless, but this way, everyone can see.” She leans into the kiss he presses to her shoulder, eventually spinning back around, hands running up his chest to rest on his shoulders. ”There is a very good tattoo artist in Halo, if you visit.”
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
