flippity floppity floopers

She turned in one fluid motion, missed matched eyes of amethyst and gold peering intensely at him as her voice rolled from her lips in the silkiest of purrs. Well now, wasn't this interesting? They'd just met and already Drashiel could feel the heat rising in his gut. Was fate toying with him perhaps?


"You flatter me miss. It's not often I stumble upon a such a mysterious beauty as yourself." Drashiel chuckled a little at her next question. Plots? Oh goodness, did he have plots and plans. "I could say the same of you. I am Drashiel Armada, soon to be king. Now tell me, will you grace me with your name and purpose?"


"Burn Baby Burn"