Vervain
She accepted the glass with interest, turning it in her fingers and running a thumb over its surface. ”The beach must be full of treasures,” she remarked, before meeting his eyes with a playful smirk. ”Is that so? Make sure you watch this one close, then,” she said, before slipping the glass into a back pocket where a broken arrowhead had once lived.
Scanning the beach as he accepted the help, Vai could see their work cut out for them, nodding in agreement with Zeph. ”Feels a bit like a dream, doesn’t it?” she said. It certainly did to her anyway; salt sweat and the taste of whiskey, heat building between bodies entwined, the hush of waves.
Blinking herself out of the daydream (naughty, naughty), she glanced back to Zeph with a raised brow - there was more than one storm brewing, she thought, and not all of them were in the clouds above. ”Oh...? Maybe I ought to go after this. Maybe you’d like to join me.”
Scanning the beach as he accepted the help, Vai could see their work cut out for them, nodding in agreement with Zeph. ”Feels a bit like a dream, doesn’t it?” she said. It certainly did to her anyway; salt sweat and the taste of whiskey, heat building between bodies entwined, the hush of waves.
Blinking herself out of the daydream (naughty, naughty), she glanced back to Zeph with a raised brow - there was more than one storm brewing, she thought, and not all of them were in the clouds above. ”Oh...? Maybe I ought to go after this. Maybe you’d like to join me.”
