Cordelia
let us go
where the wild things grows
where the wild things grows
Oh. She'd met him once. Remi. The melancholy demigod outside of the shrine. Her brow arches, head tilting to the side, "Oh come on... He isn't that bad." To be fair, Cordelia wasn't really sure whether Remi would do something to Talyson even if it was just a joke. Surely he had more self control than that.
Still, she was willing to let it drop for the moment. Even as his cheeks turned a darker shade from his blush, leaving her with a slight smile on her lips.
"I'll think about it. Not sure I can trust a courier with flour in his hair though." Cordelia says, hand creeping towards the jar of flour on the counter, grabbing a handful and tossing it at him. A puff of white clouding the air and raining down over top of him, breaking the heavy mood that was weighing on top of both of them.
Still, she was willing to let it drop for the moment. Even as his cheeks turned a darker shade from his blush, leaving her with a slight smile on her lips.
"I'll think about it. Not sure I can trust a courier with flour in his hair though." Cordelia says, hand creeping towards the jar of flour on the counter, grabbing a handful and tossing it at him. A puff of white clouding the air and raining down over top of him, breaking the heavy mood that was weighing on top of both of them.
let us go
where time runs slow
where time runs slow
