Thot’s eyes gleam green in her skull, narrowed now to contented slits over the poke of her fangs. Gradually, she’s rolled to raise her arms up over her head, making the question of balance more precarious if not for the hand Ellis has at her middle.
If there’s an invitation to be read into quiet, Richard lets it lie.
He has ale to polish off, and personal thoughts to pack away while he works his way down to the dregs.
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Date: 2021-05-25 12:37 am (UTC)If there’s an invitation to be read into quiet, Richard lets it lie.
He has ale to polish off, and personal thoughts to pack away while he works his way down to the dregs.