10-12-2023, 11:45 PM
The graze across his shoulders was welcome. Seven watched her round his seat and unfold herself upon the adjacent one. The way she moved felt almost feline, though perhaps the sensation originated from the golden orbs that filled her eyes. He’d never seen their like, and for all his peering, he was happy to become lost in her gaze.
When he studied the exquisite design of her attire, it was with the appreciation of one admiring artistry, of beauty and expertise. Both were abundant in Kaylee. His answer to her prompt elicited the smile of one about to unearth a secret. For surely such a prize could be shared with only those that held his enigmatic favor.
Seven’s accent was Scandinavian, musical with the gentleness of his tone when he said, “Seven.” He leaned forward slightly as the sound passed his lips, hair falling across his eyes as he did. “Like the number,” he explained as he raised his glass.
((sorry for the delay. I've been sick.
))
When he studied the exquisite design of her attire, it was with the appreciation of one admiring artistry, of beauty and expertise. Both were abundant in Kaylee. His answer to her prompt elicited the smile of one about to unearth a secret. For surely such a prize could be shared with only those that held his enigmatic favor.
Seven’s accent was Scandinavian, musical with the gentleness of his tone when he said, “Seven.” He leaned forward slightly as the sound passed his lips, hair falling across his eyes as he did. “Like the number,” he explained as he raised his glass.
((sorry for the delay. I've been sick.
))