( she doesn't answer his text. he can assume she scoffed and had nothing to say or that she didn't even care enough to look. if she did and there was a hint of a smile then he'll never know and all the better. there are some secrets a woman is better off keeping. letting Hook have any inclination he had a few charms is a dangerous game.
the promise of alcohol is wise, though her majesty has been pregaming all night. might explain why she'd let the conversation traverse as far as she had in the first place. her cider is deceptively sweet, goes straight to her head, and she's probably tipsier than the pirate by the time he reaches her door. she hasn't changed since she answered the video; barely any makeup, a cashmere sweater, dark jeans and not even any murder weapons strapped to her feet. she almost looks a different person... but she isn't. and she won't ever be.
she takes the bottle and lifts her brows, scanning the label. ) You've got better taste than I thought. ( apparently that is as close to approval for his choice of liquor as she's going to get. she did suggest sex but she leaves him at the door to get another glass, walking on the balls of her feet unconsciously. apparently she's lived in heels too long to walk flat footed. he can follow. her place is beautiful, and expensive looking, a few splashes of personality here or there but it's mostly plain, turn-key. it won't ever feel like home, so she doesn't bother. )
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Date: 2016-10-06 08:04 am (UTC)the promise of alcohol is wise, though her majesty has been pregaming all night. might explain why she'd let the conversation traverse as far as she had in the first place. her cider is deceptively sweet, goes straight to her head, and she's probably tipsier than the pirate by the time he reaches her door. she hasn't changed since she answered the video; barely any makeup, a cashmere sweater, dark jeans and not even any murder weapons strapped to her feet. she almost looks a different person... but she isn't. and she won't ever be.
she takes the bottle and lifts her brows, scanning the label. ) You've got better taste than I thought. ( apparently that is as close to approval for his choice of liquor as she's going to get. she did suggest sex but she leaves him at the door to get another glass, walking on the balls of her feet unconsciously. apparently she's lived in heels too long to walk flat footed. he can follow. her place is beautiful, and expensive looking, a few splashes of personality here or there but it's mostly plain, turn-key. it won't ever feel like home, so she doesn't bother. )