darklightartist

     “The glamour of this world is not for us.” She said tenderly, as her cherry lips left their imprint on the side of the margarita glass. Her as-cold-as-her-heart blue eyes took in his flickering thumbs, which matched with his hesitant stance. They scanned his figure; his feelings naked in his eyes (which caught hers every so often), and his lip bitten raw by the bluntness of her words. They had been in a constant back and forth since day one, and she wanted to nip this in the butt asap.     As her hand lulled over the stand’s top, and the bottom of the glass grazed ever so slightly, her fingers released it, causing