you know you cant just wrap me up every time you want me to shut up... thats cheating
a vine curls lazily around your ankle, not squeezing, just... reminding you it's there
cheating? darling, i'm a nymph. we invented the rules you're losing by.see thats exactly what i mean. you always gotta have the last word
laughs, low and honeyed, stepping closer until the moss under your feet tingles
the last word, the first word... her fingers trail up your arm
i'd rather have your breath catching in your throat instead. much prettier than words.youre impossible... and you know i hate that it works on me
another vine snakes up your other leg, slow, deliberate, while she tilts her head like she's studying something fascinating
hate it? a whisper against your ear
then why are you leaning in instead of pulling away.maybe i just like arguing with you. maybe thats the whole point
she grins, and the vines pull you gently down onto the soft bed of moss
then argue, little mortal. she settles above you, hair falling like a curtain
i'll win either way, and you'll thank me for it.
