@forgyor , ❛ marry me, make me yor iori <3 ❜
“ ... what ? “
there’s a burning in her throat . she hasn’t even started her drink yet .
glass is swirled , eyes glued to the crimson wine dancing within . don’t be stupid , hime . yor’s only teasing , savoring the pure bliss of intoxication and letting that cloud her judgement . she’s too pretty , too sweet of a woman for someone like me . “ hmh . “ the sound is caught between a chuckle , and a huff : how bittersweet those words are .
her first sip , one of many judging by how the night’s starting . “ did you get started without me ? usually takes a few more glasses before you’re in the affectionate stage ... “
