She frowns, just slightly, when he looks away toward the storm and wishes that her gift was strong enough to pull his attention back by force. Instead she has to rely on her appeal alone, and she softens just in time before he looks back, glancing up from beneath her lashes and fitting him with a sweet smile. If she is obvious in her flirting, she does not mind. He looks like one who expects to be flirted with, who invites it, and she is glad to play the role for him now—coy and admiring as she studies him openly.
At the quirk of his brow, she laughs, a silvery, tinkling sound as she shakes her neck so that the flowers ruffle in her mane. “They are quite sweet,” she lies, taking a step closer to him—emboldened by his attention. “I do not much like the taste of anything but,” her gaze dips to his mouth for a moment, lingering there for a moment too long before they slide back to find the olive of his eyes.
The implication is clear, and she does not elaborate further.
Rosebay soaks in the heady feeling of control as she holds his gaze, looking for that core and that grip. When she finds it, she pushes her enthrallment forward quite forcefully, knowing that she would need to exhaust nearly all of her gift. “You should take a bite,” she twists the command until it sounds more like a suggestion, her brown lips tilting up in the corners. “I promise that you will,” her voice drops off as she lets the silence stretch for just a moment longer before continuing, “enjoy it quite a bit.”
She isn’t sure if her enthrallment is strong enough to convince him he likes the taste of the bitter flower, but she’s willing to try. And as she watches his handsome face, she nearly feels a pang of regret.
Nearly.
but in all chaos, there is calculation
@[Pteron]