roses are red. i'm going to bed
'I'd call you a fuckin' dickhead if that wasn't such a compliment.' Before she had one, dicks were dicks. Now though? A few rubs on that beauty and Edy was on fire. Well, not literally at all in either sense, but shush. So calling Sam a dickhead was a lot less menacing than she once thought it was.
Tilting her head to the side and giving Sam a dry stare, the Rapacious gestured to herself with her hands, raising them up and down. "Do I at all strike you as the type of person who takes their time with things?" Clucking unhappily under her tongue, Edy's frown deepens. "If concentration and mental fortitude is how to get the best out of this life, I'm fucked."
Whistling under her breath and casually inspecting her nails, Edy grins to herself. "Offers always opppeeeeennnn." She sings softly under her breath, eyeing Sam across the water.
Smirking under her breath, the Rapacious waggles her eyebrows at Sam before offering him a filthy smile. "Peace is stupid, but I got nothin' else goin' on if you want some help. I did used to be a duchess, you know." So saying, the hard edges of Edy's face somehow soften as her posture dramatically improves. Tilting her chin toward the moonlight and raising a single shoulder in a coy gesture, she bats her eyes toward Sam. "If there is anything I can do to help you Samuel, you need only ask." With a voice that's free of Edy's normal chaotic-sing-song energy, the Launceleyn looks by all accounts like someone who wouldn't be caught dead sitting ass-naked on the edge of a pond offering casual sex.
Tilting her head to the side and giving Sam a dry stare, the Rapacious gestured to herself with her hands, raising them up and down. "Do I at all strike you as the type of person who takes their time with things?" Clucking unhappily under her tongue, Edy's frown deepens. "If concentration and mental fortitude is how to get the best out of this life, I'm fucked."
Whistling under her breath and casually inspecting her nails, Edy grins to herself. "Offers always opppeeeeennnn." She sings softly under her breath, eyeing Sam across the water.
Smirking under her breath, the Rapacious waggles her eyebrows at Sam before offering him a filthy smile. "Peace is stupid, but I got nothin' else goin' on if you want some help. I did used to be a duchess, you know." So saying, the hard edges of Edy's face somehow soften as her posture dramatically improves. Tilting her chin toward the moonlight and raising a single shoulder in a coy gesture, she bats her eyes toward Sam. "If there is anything I can do to help you Samuel, you need only ask." With a voice that's free of Edy's normal chaotic-sing-song energy, the Launceleyn looks by all accounts like someone who wouldn't be caught dead sitting ass-naked on the edge of a pond offering casual sex.
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