Lucy leans forward a little, looking at the cards. Liam's laugh is joined with a little sound of mixed pity and interest. The Ten of Cups is a pleasant card. The Three of Swords is a sting with perhaps the promise of salve after.
She notices the way he looks at the wine, and tips the neck at him just slightly. It's an offering if he wishes. Her free hand gestures lazily in the air, then runs itself through her bedhead and down to rest on the table.
"It's fine," Lucy answers at last, fingernail tapping as if to underline the cards. "How's yours?"
Liam & Lucy
Lucy leans forward a little, looking at the cards. Liam's laugh is joined with a little sound of mixed pity and interest. The Ten of Cups is a pleasant card. The Three of Swords is a sting with perhaps the promise of salve after.
She notices the way he looks at the wine, and tips the neck at him just slightly. It's an offering if he wishes. Her free hand gestures lazily in the air, then runs itself through her bedhead and down to rest on the table.
"It's fine," Lucy answers at last, fingernail tapping as if to underline the cards. "How's yours?"