❛ you must allow me to tell you how ardently i admire and love you. ❜
CLASSIC LITERATURE. @nesuferatu - accepting
❝ Have you always spoken so brazenly, Dr. Sweet ? ❞ Musings whisp on the waft of whimsy words flitting in the fricative fortunes of her tongue-bed. Lilting on lips preened and poised in tight-lined refinement. Revelation resolves crack in the canvas of countenance; chisel disguised as sweet nothings carve. Perhaps as all true artists, he sees something within the marble she cannot dare to conceive. I saw an angel in the marble and I carved until I set him free-
Velveteen visions cast themselves in wayward directions, feigning from the face of company. She continues her lead, deft and delicate hands casting touches upon the fitted frame of a precariously posed ocelot. Perfectly pouncing, a pirouette of life and death with bird so pitied in the crush of faux-jaws. Remarkable. ❝ I never understood you to be so forward in anything other than your lectures. ❞ A secret exchange, a passing from one flick under lash and her attention is once again turned to the daedal detailing of hide and hindsight.











