❝ Perhaps it is a sound only I can hear. ❞ Solas’ smile is sly and slow to fade in her presence, wine making his tongue loose. The smell of berries in his breath wafts along her cheek when he leans in, a huff of laughter escaping him the moment he feels a tremor run along the length of her body. This game he has initiated is both cruel and treacherous; one wrong move and he might ruin Lileigh’s chances of solving this peacefully. The more he watched her move about the ballroom, wrapping many a poor soul around her finger, the more he wished to steal away her time, to shower her with his affections.
He blamed it on the wine. ❝ You flatter me, ❞ he murmurs with barely concealed heat, eyes aglow in the dim light of the alcove he guided her into. ❝ Use this to your advantage, vhenan. When you have them in the palm of your hand, then you will have already won. It would be wise to settle this without violence. A dance was promised, was it not? ❞
❛ Perhaps. ❜ While she would have liked to believe Solas was the only one paying such rapt attention to her — Lileigh was all too aware of the masked faces that turned in their direction. Again, her thoughts were diverted as he leaned towards her, the sound of warm laughter causing her breath to hitch. His own carried the scent of wine, countenance betraying her surprise by his current state of blissful intoxication.
❛ Not at all, I’m being sincere. ❜ She fell into step beside him, allowing herself to be guided into the private space. To the Orlesians at Halamshiral it may have looked suspicious, a human consorting so intimately with an elf, but at present Lileigh was struggling to actually give a damn. Fingers carefully trailed down his arm, ghosting against gilded fabric before sliding into the palm of his hand.
❛ I plan to do a little snooping when I can afford to get away. But for now, I tend to make good on my promise. ❜
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