#spckenmind

     “Don’t look at me like that, of course it is a good idea, Lucien.”

   The sun was still grinning brightly at the other, yellow-ringed hues looking up to the flower crown she had placed on his head. “I like it--” She’s trying not to giggle. “You look beautiful.” Now, she had tried to hold herself together; but ended up bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Perhaps I shall grace her with my presence a little longer than expected,” he spoke out loud to no one in particular as he flopped onto her couch. 

        “ HOLY SHIT -- you’re a hot mama. got a pretty fine rack hangin’ on there. need any help?” // @spckenmind

she can feel him before the scent of him registers ( it’s a pull, this bond; it’s almost as if she’s powerless with it ) and she finds herself finally turning, the movement leaving the chair she’s on creaking rather loudly. “ lucien. ” she says his name before he steps into her doorframe. here he is. here’s the man she’s seen in dreams, the man she’s never spoken to but somehow known more about than any other person. “ i thought you weren’t supposed to be here. ” her words are meek, her expression revealing absolutely nothing. 

   Feyre was being stubborn as ever when she turned herself away from Lucien. Ever since she’d had to leave the Night Court, even though it had mostly been by her own choosing, she hadn’t spoken a word to anybody. When Lucien didn’t go away, she finally spoke, “What do you want, Lucien?” Because whatever it was, couldn’t be good.

   They seemed interesting... or at least their emotions did. She often couldn’t help herself, and they had stood out from the constant buzzing of people.     “Hello, I hope y’don’t mind.” The witch flashed a charming smile at them. “You seem a little - alone.”

so would i because i could never do it (((((: