Eloise
Darling, you take the high horse
and I'll take the high road
and I'll take the high road
"You aren't wrong. Just means extra jewelry to sell, when all is said and done." Eloise chuckled in return, her lips twitching with a dark sort of amusement.
Eloise was no stranger to physical touches these days, not with the company she surrounded herself with, but of course Zariah wasn't just some random on the street. Not a drunken woman in a bar trying to cop a feel. It was Zariah fucking Launceleyn, who'd noticed Eloise' smudged mascara. With an apologetic smile as her chin was raised, magic sifting against her skin without notice, Eloise found herself agreeing wholeheartedly. "I couldn't agree more." The illusionist whispered as if awestruck.
"Indeed. And there seems to be...so much more potential here than Northaven."
Eloise was no stranger to physical touches these days, not with the company she surrounded herself with, but of course Zariah wasn't just some random on the street. Not a drunken woman in a bar trying to cop a feel. It was Zariah fucking Launceleyn, who'd noticed Eloise' smudged mascara. With an apologetic smile as her chin was raised, magic sifting against her skin without notice, Eloise found herself agreeing wholeheartedly. "I couldn't agree more." The illusionist whispered as if awestruck.
"Indeed. And there seems to be...so much more potential here than Northaven."
If you're too good for us,
you'll be good riding solo
you'll be good riding solo
