"I feel..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about his question. It's probably not a good idea that she drinks something medicinal created for him and then combines it with whiskey, but it's too late now, and anyway, she does feel good.
Definitely floaty, and hyperaware of everything she touches.
"I feel strange. I feel as though I can fly and as though I can sleep for a thousand years and I like it, I think... But my dress is made of needles and pins and my skin prickles wherever it touches me."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2013-10-13 02:55 am (UTC)Definitely floaty, and hyperaware of everything she touches.
"I feel strange. I feel as though I can fly and as though I can sleep for a thousand years and I like it, I think... But my dress is made of needles and pins and my skin prickles wherever it touches me."