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all good with me! <3

There are kisses that press to skin and yet she finds she cannot feel them. Her gaze searches, finds the glassblue of Silvertongue's own, and for an all too short moment the misery seems to melt away.
She has you on edge, Wren. And she is brought back to reality much sooner than she had anticipated.
She would, decidedly, bury whatever had stirred in her stomach for Akavir. That was done, over with; unrequited. He had eyes for Eshe, and Wren, now, for Silvertongue. What concerned her was that Eshe had flounced up to the sharpfang so readily, so proudly.
And that was stupid. She must look like the biggest bitch in the world. It's not a big deal, she finally decides upon saying, an attempt at a smile gracing her features before it quickly falls back down. Eshe is... she's really nice. I just, um, I'onno. It's dumb. I'm sorry.
What sobers her yet again is the mention of Arric and Akavir. To? Or-- or about? her tongue flicks from between her lips, running over dry skin. What about 'em?