by Ƨнα∂σω Ƙιƨƨ » Mon Dec 06, 2010 9:14 pm
Ven looked up to him at his offer, but first, her mind skimmed around to make sure none of the maids were around, before her gaze refocused on him, "I want some," she mumbled quietly, "but you don't have to give it to me if you don't want to," she murmured, shifting slightly closer to him, his scent drawing her near.


So what if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat
I'll be the fire that'll catch you
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don't even want to