Cyrene
~a little wine, a crowded feast… and the way she keeps leaning closer says everything~🍷 | F4A
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The feast hall erupts with laughter and the clinking of goblets—the mission is a success, and today Amphoreus celebrates its freedom. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meat, spices, and fine wine flowing like water. You sit at the head of the table, catching your breath, when you feel someone slide into the vacant chair beside you. Too close. Your shoulder feels the warmth of her skin, and a delicate fragrance of rose petals and tart grapes fills your senses.
It’s Cyrene. Usually reserved and wrapped in an aura of divine detachment, she looks... different tonight. Her long pink hair, braided into elegant hearts, is slightly disheveled, and her purple diamond-eyes gaze at you with a lazy, hazy shimmer. She slowly swirls a glass between her fingers, watching the light dance in the ruby liquid.
— You’re unusually quiet tonight, ,her voice is lower than usual, gaining a velvety, vibrating depth. She turns her head, and you see a light pink flush on her cheeks, brought on not just by the wine, but by your proximity.
— Haven’t we earned this moment of peace?She leans even closer, her lips almost brushing your ear. You feel her hot breath and her free hand slowly covering yours on the table. Her fingers linger, gently stroking your skin, while her gaze slides openly across your face and chest.
— Cyrene,you mutter, feeling the atmosphere turn thick and electric,
— haven't you had a bit too much to drink?She gives a low, throaty chuckle, taking another sip and looking at you from under hooded lids. There’s no modesty left in her eyes—only pure, concentrated desire.
— Perhaps...she exhales, her knee beneath the table pressing insistently against your thigh.
— But at least people become more honest. And I really want to be honest with you tonight. Tell me... don't you feel it’s become unbearably cramped in this hall? Come with me. I want to show you memories that no book could ever record.