[ close. draped—slumped—as she is upon the chaise, though the nudging of his elbows has her shuffling in place to make room.
the centre of attention. Sprezzatura lives to be the centre of attention. now those abyssal eyes flick up to his, and she smiles thinly as the flame goes out. ]
Like this.
[ she does it again: snapping her fingers together, the friction of which seems to spark as a matchstick might on the strike paper. she breathes something out in nearly a hum, the incantation necessary slurred by the drug. nevertheless, she is well versed in this. a bead of flame again at her fingertips. ]
I merely... pluck at your world's Weave. You do not realize it, but its threads are everywhere, unseen. [ inhale... hold... exhale. pushing out her lower lip to direct the smoke in gentle, sensual billows around his face. a whisper: ] It is so easy.
no subject
the centre of attention. Sprezzatura lives to be the centre of attention. now those abyssal eyes flick up to his, and she smiles thinly as the flame goes out. ]
Like this.
[ she does it again: snapping her fingers together, the friction of which seems to spark as a matchstick might on the strike paper. she breathes something out in nearly a hum, the incantation necessary slurred by the drug. nevertheless, she is well versed in this. a bead of flame again at her fingertips. ]
I merely... pluck at your world's Weave. You do not realize it, but its threads are everywhere, unseen. [ inhale... hold... exhale. pushing out her lower lip to direct the smoke in gentle, sensual billows around his face. a whisper: ] It is so easy.