Re: shiloh & harlow ; on the patio
Was there ever a more perfect sight than this boy coming to rescue her from the excitement-drought? He'd come to slay the dragon of her boredom, and Harlow could picture him chivalrous in a suit of hammered steel, wielding Excalibur against curs and rogues and her own personal demons. He could rescue her from her tower, wearing devilish dimples and ill-fitting valor. "I didn't doubt," and she kissed his cheek, leaving behind a smear of watermelon lip gloss.
"Angel wings wouldn't suit you." She thought that they both knew he was better suited to pitchforks and pointy tails. Although she was no better, the golden halo sitting sacreligious in the crease of her fair eyes. Harlow had never found the concept of purity very appealing, but wings held a special place of significance in her heart for less than obvious reasons.
Taking her cue from Shiloh, the daydream girl downed the punchy-sweetness of her drink(or what was left of it, post-spill) in one long, expert swallow. "Ahh," smacking her lips with relish for the taste(he was right about it being the sort of thing that she would like), Harlow then tossed her empty glass off of the side of the porch.
"Come on," taking his hand like the bad influence that he didn't need, Harlow tugged him back toward the direction he'd just come from. "Let's hijack the music and play something inappropriate."