she can remember the curve of your smile.
how you laid your head on her lap in class when you didn't feel like paying attention.
your warmth radiated through her quickly, you could've been a burner from the lab. (after all, you did quite well heating up in a moment if you were turned just right.)
but you were always cool. how?
how could you look right through her, after all your secrets, and smile like there was nothing to hide.
you could've taken Hades' spot in hell if you wanted to.
that smile had all the charming sins to become a ruler.
but you just didn't "care for such things."
