❛ you never asked if i wanted a guest . ❜ for saleos.... 👀
SOFT THORN sentence starters || accepting
The soft click of heels cease with the Queen's words, spoken over a lightly steaming cup of tea— just fragrant enough that her keen senses still detect it wafting in the slight breeze. Crimson peeks back over her shoulder, an amused smile playing on hidden lips that vanish as her figure turns to face the immaculate blonde.
" Assumptions are a dangerous thing, dear. " Vil tended to be rather selective with his company when he managed to have a private moment of peace, and it's true that she had only stopped by to relay some information. Now, with the tone of his words revealing much to one who studied people for fun, Saleos returns to the table— though she does not yet take the available seat.
" May I have the pleasure of joining you during your precious free time? "
