Her eyes are clouded from the potion, the only part of her iris not swallowed up by her artificially enlarged pupils much more grey than blue, and she drains the rest of her drink, setting the glass down on the table.
"You should," she begins poking him in the chest and then turning around and drifting to the door, peach silk only just covering her backside, "use your words."
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Date: 2013-10-18 12:48 pm (UTC)"You should," she begins poking him in the chest and then turning around and drifting to the door, peach silk only just covering her backside, "use your words."