03-21-2022, 02:57 PM
open hand or closed fist would be fine
--rosemary
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
The sly smirk that Reave offers Rosemary makes that overpowering curiosity pound infrequently in her chest. For a moment, Rose holds her breath, aquamarine eyes glittering with unbridled excitement as the stranger eventually finds his way back to her. She might as well be purring with how pleased she is by his gaze. He doesn't possess the same shadows as her old haunts, but there's a certain . . . dishonesty about him. That grayscale morality that Rosemary's thoughts always waver on.
"My apologies," the little mare answers, dipping her head in mocking modesty. For a second, her pale eyes flash up at him, rays of blue glimmering mischievously behind her dark lashes. "How rude of me to make an assumption of a stranger." She can't hide the quiet laughter in her voice this time. The stars on her face glitter when Rose draws her head back up. Her mouth twists into a lovely - if biting - smile.
There was once a time when a man could leave Rosemary on innocently bated breath. When all her thoughts spun with the darkness of others, the evil of their actions, all the mechanics of their mind. How little she knew, then, and yet still too much. Now, through years of seeking some twisted satisfaction, Rose has found she is the biggest mystery of them all. Why is it that she searches for a certain misery, whether it be her own or a friends? Though curiously, the bone-armored stallion is just different enough that Rosemary finds herself perplexed. She wanders a few steps closer to him, almost subconsciously.
"Then what are you doing," Rose pauses, her smile dropping to something small and inquisitive, "if not enjoying yourself?"
"My apologies," the little mare answers, dipping her head in mocking modesty. For a second, her pale eyes flash up at him, rays of blue glimmering mischievously behind her dark lashes. "How rude of me to make an assumption of a stranger." She can't hide the quiet laughter in her voice this time. The stars on her face glitter when Rose draws her head back up. Her mouth twists into a lovely - if biting - smile.
There was once a time when a man could leave Rosemary on innocently bated breath. When all her thoughts spun with the darkness of others, the evil of their actions, all the mechanics of their mind. How little she knew, then, and yet still too much. Now, through years of seeking some twisted satisfaction, Rose has found she is the biggest mystery of them all. Why is it that she searches for a certain misery, whether it be her own or a friends? Though curiously, the bone-armored stallion is just different enough that Rosemary finds herself perplexed. She wanders a few steps closer to him, almost subconsciously.
"Then what are you doing," Rose pauses, her smile dropping to something small and inquisitive, "if not enjoying yourself?"
@Reave