my frosty toes

She liked the way her name fell from his lips and how he hung on her every word made her feel special like nothing else did. Lillith didn’t see herself in nearly the way that Roman did. She was given a very clear glimpse with the way he looked at her. Maybe she didn’t feel like she was very interesting but he did, and they had a lifetime of experiencing the world. If she saw and went to interesting places, she felt like she would feel much more worthy of that title than she was now. Still, being the center of Roman’s attention was an experience like no other to her.

Lil couldn’t let the attention linger on her for very long before she was quizzing him in return. She was given a grin and a soft chuckle before he spoke. Giving his full name and an unexpected story behind it. Her name had something to do with a wine goddess, if she remembered correctly. Lillith had never had wine and wondered where her father got the name. Not very interesting in her mind unlike Romulus. Similarly she watched with great interest as he answered her questions one by one. His favorite color was dark red, something she would take note of. He’d told her frequently how beautiful he thought her granet gaze was. The girl blushed again.

Romulus went on to talk about his father’s venison seasoning and struggled for a moment to narrow down which flower was his favorite, and he settled on orchids. She wouldn’t forget his fondness of lavender because she liked it too. He asked her if she had any other questions, or if she was ready to eat snow. "First of all, you know you can’t beat me.” She boasted teasingly, puffing up her little white chest just a little. "Second, I guess I want to know… Do you miss the home you grew up in? Do you.. Do you ever wish you were back there?” Would he want to return there someday? Would he eventually have to leave her here?

"Speech"