"Tell me you love me, Jemis," Lark said with a careless laugh one midwinter afternoon as she lounged by a frost-etched window in the library, and Violet forced herself to watch as Jemis's clever, animated face went slack with drugged adoration.
"Of course I love you; how could I not, when you're the center of my world?" Jemis said, without even an allusion or a doubled meaning, when just that morning he had been chattering to Violet about the depth such poetic devices could lend declarations of intent; and when Lark patted her lap in invitation, he laid down his head as reverently as if her Morrowlea robes were imperial cloth-of-gold.
Lark smirked conspiratorially at Violet, one hand tangled possessively in Jemis's sleek brown hair just as her magic tightened in strangling coils around his own, and Violet allowed Lark to see a hint of pain behind her answering smile.
And No Other [Greenwing & Dart]
"Of course I love you; how could I not, when you're the center of my world?" Jemis said, without even an allusion or a doubled meaning, when just that morning he had been chattering to Violet about the depth such poetic devices could lend declarations of intent; and when Lark patted her lap in invitation, he laid down his head as reverently as if her Morrowlea robes were imperial cloth-of-gold.
Lark smirked conspiratorially at Violet, one hand tangled possessively in Jemis's sleek brown hair just as her magic tightened in strangling coils around his own, and Violet allowed Lark to see a hint of pain behind her answering smile.