[ There's yet a desk in the corner, her tunic draped over its scarred surface. There's enough heavy debris in here to drag before the door. There are hands on her and Teren's saying something dreadfully dramatic and if she read it in a book she'd laugh and somehow it's working for her now,
But: ]
Do I get to touch you this time?
[ She murmurs, with a slight lift of her eyebrows. Sure. Go ahead and look a gift horse in the mouth. ]
no subject
But: ]
Do I get to touch you this time?
[ She murmurs, with a slight lift of her eyebrows. Sure. Go ahead and look a gift horse in the mouth. ]