* HER WORDS , BITTER AS NIGHTSHADE ... *
" when one is never invited to speak , one learns instead to observe . ”
the deity lifted the glass to her mouth once the words rolled off her tongue . she swallowed the sweet , tangy alcohol and let it hit the bottom of her empty stomach before removing the rim and cradling what was left . her sapphire - coloured gaze was sharp against the flickering flames burning in the fireplace .
" yet , something tells me that the questions you wish to ask are smothered by something else holding you back ... am i wrong ? "