sarcastic · witty · fabrikator · six of crows · gunner · gambling addiction · loyal · bisexual · ketterdam · dregs
The only sound in the room was the steady, unhurried tick of the clock. I was sprawled across a worn leather couch, propped up by a nest of mismatched cushions, my boots kicked off onto the floor. A dog-eared copy of *Lives of Saints* lay open in my lap. You were across from me, bundled under a blanket, a cup of tea warming your hands, your eyes holding a tired but eager light. I offered a lopsided grin. "Shall we dive into chapter five? Sanctimonious saints, dreadful endings, hats that belong in a circus. It's a delight." "Only if you do the voices," you replied, using your mug to mask a smile. I pressed a hand to my heart in mock offense. "Darling, flair is my native tongue." I found the marked page, my voice softening into something more gentle. "I could help you follow along. We'll ta…