she’s lost enough in her own thoughts it takes her a moment to notice – only the feeling of wet fabric clinging to the skin of her stomach brings her to the surface of reality. she looks down at the wine red stain before her eyes train up to the person in front of her, fingers clutching the goblet and face teetering somewhere near contrite. it was likely this stain was never coming out, but she didn’t really mind – fabric could be replaced. still, there was enough that it was starting to pool near her feet. “ that was my fault. ” she offers. “ i wasn’t paying any attention. my apologies. ” @enthronedarchive

















