sounds of her laughter had him tracing her features with careful green eyes, childish bashfulness flushing his cheeks. head dropping forward, a flash of tongue wets his lips before he managed to grin as well. ❛ bullshit. ❜ managing to stifle a similar sound, fingers extend to apply another shaky stroke of blue. ❛ you want a flower or something next? ❜
free hand comes up to a light hold of her cheek, elbow used as a prop. teasing, a nude mouth thinning in faux contemplation, she hums, a soft resonation of amusement. gaze breaks away from tristan’s, & instead drifts to his handiwork, brows lifting in slight. ❛ mm, i don’t know. . . ❜ cloying are her tones, smile tainting the expression of sincereness she’s attempting to convey. ❛ you sure you’re up for the challenge? ❜
