Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191106235810/@comment-25828117-20191107230423

"You know me. I cannot lie." Rachid stole another kiss, just briefly on the lips before standing up.

They had left the city behind for a spell, picknicking in the badlands. Here, they had found a rock in the shade near a small wellspring where curious little white roses grew. It was their little spot.

Rachid plucked her a rose and held it up to her.

"She loves me." He plucked a petal.

"She does not love me..." He plucked another petal.

"She loves me..."