[ She scrapes her teeth against her lip as she swallows down the drink, watching him with that fixed same look still. A question that sits on the tip of her tongue that otherwise, otherwise she would never say. But the thick, curling warmth of her limbs around him that soft hair under her fingers and that his eyes. His eyes look better than richness of the deepest coffers, it suggests the things she would not dare and lets her enact them out as she leans into him, a laughed distance away from his mouth. Where she's heady with the taste of wine and the smell of incense smoke in her hair. ]
- I would not care if were not but flowers, I would wear them and nothing else, if they came from you.
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[ She scrapes her teeth against her lip as she swallows down the drink, watching him with that fixed same look still. A question that sits on the tip of her tongue that otherwise, otherwise she would never say. But the thick, curling warmth of her limbs around him that soft hair under her fingers and that his eyes. His eyes look better than richness of the deepest coffers, it suggests the things she would not dare and lets her enact them out as she leans into him, a laughed distance away from his mouth. Where she's heady with the taste of wine and the smell of incense smoke in her hair. ]
- I would not care if were not but flowers, I would wear them and nothing else, if they came from you.