Cassandra Paige
Cruella DeVille
The meaning had been double. Not merely the comment on the gift, but what she had called him as well. She never called him that, especially after Raykka. The one lie she wasn't going to say to him. Perhaps it wasn't love the way someone else might see it.
But it was close enough.
And she wouldn't pretend that his reaction didn't please her. A small smile, more inward than outward at his blink and pause. It wasn't often she could unbalance him, and there was a small smugness that she had.
Of course, that was in part because slowly and surely, she was fully relegating the dream to simply that.
A dream.
He reached for her left hand and she offered it to him, watching as he kissed her knuckles.
"Let's get you cleaned up," she said with a sly smile. "I'm sure you're ready to rest."
(exit, stage left)
But it was close enough.
And she wouldn't pretend that his reaction didn't please her. A small smile, more inward than outward at his blink and pause. It wasn't often she could unbalance him, and there was a small smugness that she had.
Of course, that was in part because slowly and surely, she was fully relegating the dream to simply that.
A dream.
He reached for her left hand and she offered it to him, watching as he kissed her knuckles.
"Let's get you cleaned up," she said with a sly smile. "I'm sure you're ready to rest."
(exit, stage left)