another. nightshade, honey smeared voice interrupts the silence, a whisper against darkened room. the glass is filled again.
β sit with me, @briarcrown β
lavender hues meet sage as the remaining drops of whiskey drip onto her lips, burn pooling into her chest and stomach. the container tilts, lax grip between thin fingers, a slight shake. she stares at the witness, sly smile engraved onto her figure, ice cubes clashing against -