Charles Mcintosh's lips curled into a smile as he lifted his hand, resting his palm atop her hair.
The action was gentle, but the words he spoke were provocative, "But your brain doesn't work well, does it?"
"…" Lilac Serval bristled instantly, pushing his hand away, "MMP!"
"…" Charles's mouth twitched, "You can't swear at people."
"I just did swear at you, what about it?"
"It's fine, you can swear at me. If you want to swear all day, I'll let you. If you want to swear all your life, I promise not to talk back ever."
"Whether you can even live to get out of jail is uncertain, let alone a lifetime. Do you even understand what a lifetime means?"
Those three words were said lightly, but what they implied was responsibility.
"With you here, it is a lifetime," Charles lifted his hand, gently caressing her brow and eyes.
Under the dim light, her brows furrowed with a rare resentment, like lilacs, impenetrable and lingering.
