Date: 2013-10-14 02:00 am (UTC)
asthedrivensnow: (past all the walls)
She watches him approach, her wariness firmly squashed by the dreamy lassitude the potion has induced in her. Grey-blue eyes watch his fingers move toward her shoulder as if through water, and when they finally reach her skin, she sighs.

"Feathers... that feels like feathers..."
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