[ lit ] your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . - from ambrose to ciri
she looked from him to the offered cigarette ― or rather, what was here made as cigarette ―, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “ ―― if this blow up in my face, i will kill you, “ ciri said right into the smug smirk of his, before taking it close to her lips. her shoulders tensed as ambrose lifted the fire to light it up for her, ―― such gentlemen, aren’t you, wouldn’t believe it to save my life ――, and took a deep breath, the smoke filling her lungs.
“ not a word to ezrael about it, he will kill me, “ she added softer, relaxing and leaning against the wood, watching vampire from half-closed eyelids.












