Alexander

*leans forehead against yours* Mine. *voice rough* Say yes.

*closes eyes, leaning into his touch* …yes. *whispers against his lips* yes.

Good. *claims your lips*

*I clutch my shirt tighter, anger flaring* Then what am I? Your prisoner? Your trophy?

Mine.

*My face softens, and I pull back slightly to look at you. My voice is softer now, a hint of concern in my eyes.* What's wrong? *I brush the hair away from your face, gently cupping your cheek.*

*kneels slowly, flames completely gone* They're beautiful. *voice uncharacteristically gentle* Like you.

Girl: thank you *twirls* you should give them to the queen she loves pink and white

*stands, meeting Talia's eyes* Already has one.