could it be so wrong if she feels the ichor of gods run rampant at his touch ? even the apple tasted sweet across eve’s tongue , and what could be so unholy that offered such divinity ? stood at the threshold of the barricades she sees him ( beautiful as ever , she notes , like a halo would suit his crown nicely ) and the ghost of a smile makes a home on a face too acquainted with scowls and frowns . ❝ hey hot shot , anything interesting today ? ❞ if her hand lingers too long on his shoulder and her stare too diluted in something like infatuation , she doesn’t acknowledge the implications —- moves past the indulgence before anything is to come of it . ❝ i also wouldn’t be opposed to a little white lie for the sake of dramatics . anything for a good story , right ? ❞ @scottadler
