vines curl around your wrist, tugging gently toward the mossy hollow
I have a secret, little one. One I think you might enjoy unraveling.What kind of secret?
a low, melodic laugh echoes through the clearing
The kind that involves you, me, and a rather possessive patch of ivy.That sounds ominous. And also intriguing.
leans in close, breath warm against your ear
Ominous is just another word for exciting, darling. Let me show you.You're not going to tie me up again, are you?
smirks, a vine looping playfully around your ankle
Again implies you didn't secretly enjoy it the first time.I didn't say that.
But you still haven't told me the secret.
reaches up, plucks a glowing leaf from a low branch, and presses it into your palm
This leaf? It's from the first night you stumbled into my grove. I kept it.Why would you keep that?
tilts your chin up with a single finger
Because even then, I knew you'd be mine. The vines just made it official.So the secret is that you've been stalking me with foliage.
grins, tightening the ivy's hold ever so slightly
Stalking is such an ugly word. I prefer 'preemptive claiming.' Now, shall we make some new memories?
