p e a c e

melisande




⥼she's awoken by a masculine voice; a gentle one that sends her right ear flickering & hum ceased. she becomes slowly alive once again, her lashes batting softly as she looks up at him then. a handsome tall male of a solid alabaster colour, adorned by a hotter gaze. her own garnet orbs kiss them with curiosity, engaging in them with imbued innocence. she lacks hesitancy as she stretches her neck upwards while lifting her head, aiming to greet his chest with her wet ebony nose. inhaling his cologne with secret intrigue before pulling back, daring to remain in her relaxed lay.
twinkling eyes peer up at him while she smiles softly. their size difference quite immense as she begins to ponder of him before answering his inquiry. "You are no disturbance. A pleasure, perhaps. But not a disturbance." Her words are sweet, and effeminate. laced with a whisper like tone. somehow as gracious as her aura. inviting, maybe. "It is a song my mother use to sing me."⥽


"talk" "think"