Her eyes flick from his face to her drink and back, but she laughs at the same time.
"You don't look half bad in it yourself."
Any blue is good, but if he asked she'd have to say she prefers him in a more electric shade of blue. Like the shirt he was wearing the day he had her read his letter. She had her mind on other things at the time -- like the fact that it felt like his gaze was boring into her and his tone was dangerous enough to straighten her spine and steel herself -- but to this day she can remember the color making his eyes stand out.
(She was right about him that day.)
She angles her glass -- the fake goblet -- toward him. "You want a taste of Serpentine Bliss before it's all gone?"
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Her eyes flick from his face to her drink and back, but she laughs at the same time.
"You don't look half bad in it yourself."
Any blue is good, but if he asked she'd have to say she prefers him in a more electric shade of blue. Like the shirt he was wearing the day he had her read his letter. She had her mind on other things at the time -- like the fact that it felt like his gaze was boring into her and his tone was dangerous enough to straighten her spine and steel herself -- but to this day she can remember the color making his eyes stand out.
(She was right about him that day.)
She angles her glass -- the fake goblet -- toward him. "You want a taste of Serpentine Bliss before it's all gone?"