His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
"They're good t'drink all'a th'time," you reply with a great deal of confidence, your hands journeying brazenly under the hem of her shirt. "Cold'n fruity- orange, pineapple, an'a bottle'a rum. What's not t'love?"
(Many things, this author would argue, but that's neither here nor there).
You're beginning to pull her shirt off her torso when you notice something glittering to your right, at the edge of one of the pools. Thoroughly distracted you relinquish your hold upon the witch, striding over to where the object sits. A moment of silence, your back to her as you try to obscure the view-
- and then you turn around triumphantly, the lily tucked behind your ear, a stupid grin making your face look positivelyyoung, and maybe a little handsome. "Whaddya think, 'm I pretty enough for th'ball?" With glittering in your coffee eyes you snatch her hand, bowing low over it and pressing it to your lips.
(Many things, this author would argue, but that's neither here nor there).
You're beginning to pull her shirt off her torso when you notice something glittering to your right, at the edge of one of the pools. Thoroughly distracted you relinquish your hold upon the witch, striding over to where the object sits. A moment of silence, your back to her as you try to obscure the view-
- and then you turn around triumphantly, the lily tucked behind your ear, a stupid grin making your face look positivelyyoung, and maybe a little handsome. "Whaddya think, 'm I pretty enough for th'ball?" With glittering in your coffee eyes you snatch her hand, bowing low over it and pressing it to your lips.
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
