( the vessel itself is beautiful. kara can appreciate that, of course; her gaze lingers on the shimmering color of the glass, watching as the color of the liquor inside changes with each tilt of her hand. each sip blooms across her tongue, reminiscent of the floral teas on krypton, the ones her mother had been so fond of when she took her morning breaks, so delicate and dainty in flavor.
by the time half the glass is gone, her skin is flushed, warm to the touch; the apples of her cheeks have gone pink in color as she lets the couch swallow her in. for the first time since before she'd even left cadelle, kara feels relaxed. )
I've never met a Seelie before. ( even though she's relaxed, she's surprisingly not floating. instead, she's heavy, her limbs sluggish against her body. ) You're not a Seelie, are you? Where did you get the wine?
( sweet kara. she's not drunk, just... content. close to smiling, even. )
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by the time half the glass is gone, her skin is flushed, warm to the touch; the apples of her cheeks have gone pink in color as she lets the couch swallow her in. for the first time since before she'd even left cadelle, kara feels relaxed. )
I've never met a Seelie before. ( even though she's relaxed, she's surprisingly not floating. instead, she's heavy, her limbs sluggish against her body. ) You're not a Seelie, are you? Where did you get the wine?
( sweet kara. she's not drunk, just... content. close to smiling, even. )