The firelight both cast shadows on the walls and shed light on faces. The faces belonged to two lovers, two friends, two companions, two comrades, two strangers; the way you looked at it depended on the movement of the flames, as their two shadows drew nearer or were pushed farther apart.
One face moved closer to the other as one body moved one chair a little closer to another. The faces belonged to two lovers, two friends, two companions, two comrades; the way you looked at it depended on the movement of the flames, as their two shadows drew nearer or were pushed apart.
The lips of one face moved to ask a question. "Something on your mind?"
"Do you think so?" A pair of softer lips smiled in reply.
"Oh, I don't know," the others smiled faintly back. "Perhaps you just like cloak-and-dagger nights in the tavern with me."
"With you," the soft lips murmured in reply.
One face moved closer to the other as one body moved one chair a little more closer to the other. The faces belonged to two lovers, two friends, two companions; the way you looked at it depended on the movement of the flames, as their two shadows drew a little nearer.
A pair of eyes shone brilliantly in the firelight, gazing into the eye of another.
"It's getting late," a tired voice said quietly.
"Yes, it is," agreed a more patient, youthful one.
"Perhaps it's time to say goodnight now."
"Maybe...maybe not," the soft lips smiled again.
One face moved closer to the other as one body leaned a little closer to the other. The faces belonged to two lovers, or two friends; the way you looked at it depended on the movement of the flames, as their two shadows drew close to touching.
The voices dropped below whispers as the two faces drew close, as two pairs of lips brushed.
He protested. "Queen... I'm old enough to be your great-grandfather."
The woman's lips curved into the most enticing of smiles, inviting yet another kiss.
One face moved close to the other as one pair of lips brushed softly against the other. The faces belonged to two lovers; the way the firelight played with their shadows melded them into one.
Her hand came up to touch his face, lightly caressing his skin as her fingertips brushed against his eyepatch. "I don't care...Geddoe."