Chapter 48: Lily and Lorcan
Candle flavour: midsummer's night
Extra prompts: breathless, lantern, carnival
"Who the hell," Lily muttered, "put your brother in a performance of A Midsummer's Night Dream?"
"Oh, I don't know," Lorcan whispered back. "I reckon he looks pretty good in a toga. Not as good as me, but not bad either."
Lily rolled her eyes. "But having Lysander playing Lysander? That's not clever, that's pathetic."
Lorcan chuckled, earning disapproving glares from the other audience members. That was what he loved most about Lily, more than her eyes that lit up like lanterns and the way she could make even the quietest room feel like a carnival. He loved her sense of humour, her acidity and ascerbic tongue. They said sarcasm was the lowest form of wit, but Lorcan knew differently. She left him breathless, but he didn't mind. He wasn't going to let her go any time soon.
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