[There must be something in the wine because it's clearly gone to her head. When he whispers into her ear, it sparks a violent shiver to shoot from the bottom of her spine all the way up to the top, sending out goosebumps to rise over the back of her neck. Her teeth clench around the straw, biting down hard, when he lands another throw.
And she missed, the wind blowing astray and rustling his hair instead.
Fucking hell.]
Depends on the circumstances.
[Her eyes flit to the dart in his fingers before she closes them briefly to recenter herself.]
Last one, Cidolfus. You'd better make this one count.
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And she missed, the wind blowing astray and rustling his hair instead.
Fucking hell.]
Depends on the circumstances.
[Her eyes flit to the dart in his fingers before she closes them briefly to recenter herself.]
Last one, Cidolfus. You'd better make this one count.