❝ i like you too, ____, and i like this drink. It tastes like fire. ❞
Delicately her gold-tipped pointer circled around the rim of the shot glass offered to her by the mage in hospitality, stirring the smokey contents within; lacing it with more palatable arcane flecks of magic that laced the drink. To hear his confession so upfront -- and the accurate comparison to fire had her smiling as bright as the element he spoke of.
“Do I catch a whiff of proposition in your musing, my dear trust?” she murmured in lurid promise, her finger stalling, her body arching just a touch forward so the light of the half-burnt candles played shadows across her illuminated face.
“Go on, then. Taste me, see if the drink compares to the fire that burns within me.”
prompt (tw violent and sexual content, profanity, and alcohol.)
