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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ֯ ⁎ ،̲،̲ hope ought to be sweet and soft like flowers. it would be such a shame for it to die too quickly and rid the world of its beauty.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀JAKE O’CONNELL
« She lands them near the waterfalls of the moors, on a picnic blanket she had set out with varios choices of pastries, a bottle of champagne being chilled.
Which the woman thinks is absolutely ridiculous because — well look at her! How could people not be falling over for such a goddess? Linetta spends most of her time in her homeland, away from the ‘human’ world. Perhaps that is what made her so intense, she »
It’s still strange. Only a mere meeting and this woman became instantly infatuated, unyielding in her attraction. Francesca, in spite of her beauty, hadn’t ever had such interest shown in her before. It was nice, even if she remained purposely monotone for the most part. +
« wasn’t too aware of social cues and such. “It’s called confidence, reaper” the fae calls back, steering them through the clear night sky. They travel for a few minutes. It is far, the middle of nowhere actually but for then it was a fast journey. »
She indeed manages to catch it. How could she not when she’s also so — attentive in all things Franky. She counts this as a small victory. Linetta smirks, lightly so at the teasing words. They are getting somewhere. “Well then lets see if you can keep up” she says with a »
There is a small quick of the lips, minuscule enough that most wouldn’t notice but it just mightn’t manage to sneak past the Fae. “It’s one mode of transport for us Reapers. So. . . I’d say yes.” She is mostly teasing, testing the other woman as a gaze doesn’t yet dare to move.
the fae quirks a brow but. . . Weirdly enough she’s already getting used to it. “It is quite far the way we’re going so . . . are you alright with flying?”