Qeya River [m] ghosts

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his words catch her off guard, and for a moment, she is speechless. it is rare for her to be at a loss for words, but something about the way he says it—the warmth laced beneath teasing—disarms her.

her gaze narrows, though not in annoyance, but rather as if she’s trying to puzzle him out, periwinkle eyes flicking over his face for any trace of mockery. finding none, she huffs softly, “i don’t usually entertain the idea of children at all,” she pauses, glances off as if debating her next words. she chooses honesty; “doesn't typically get past the part i get fucked.”

a faint smirk tugs at her lips before it settles. “—but I do think you’re being a little generous with your estimations.” her gaze meets his then, lingering for a moment longer than she intends, her sharp edges softening just slightly under the weight of his attention. “i think it would be interesting, at the least. decent bloodline.”