Sun Mote Copse time's the revelator

both. arcturus replied immediately, his eyes widening as Wraen shifted and circled around him.

the movement caught him off guard, as did that new playfulness in her tone. they had always bantered back and forth, but now Arcturus was captivated by how easily Wraen seemed to discard her sovereign deportment, and float around him like some alluring dryad.

his throat was painfully dry. a pounding coursed in his ears and heart. he grappled for something smooth or suave to say. something that fit this sudden move shift that had him almost near euphoric with adrenaline. why would i kiss a frog? oh arthur, you stupid literal man. its not princes or babies I’m after.

smoooooove.