She turns her head towards him at that, the movement pulling her hair through his fingers and making her eyes close momentarily in hedonistic pleasure. She's quiet, at first, the potion cushioning her brain in clouds and fairy floss and the alcohol making her tongue heavy and loose.
"You'd do that for me?"
Breathy, grateful. Not how she normally sounds at all. But this isn't how she'd normally behave, either, and right in the present moment, it seems right.
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Date: 2013-10-30 06:05 am (UTC)"You'd do that for me?"
Breathy, grateful. Not how she normally sounds at all. But this isn't how she'd normally behave, either, and right in the present moment, it seems right.