She pulled her hand away and was about to say something, but then she
realized what he was doing. A look of confusion laced with a bit of
distaste crossed her face as she looked at him.
"I'm sorry...did you just smell me?" she asked. It wasn't so much
that he'd done it. It was that she knew she smelled of vanilla and cinnamon
and honeysuckle, and that wasn't her perfume. It was just her. Her magic.
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Date: 2017-09-11 04:45 pm (UTC)She pulled her hand away and was about to say something, but then she realized what he was doing. A look of confusion laced with a bit of distaste crossed her face as she looked at him.
"I'm sorry...did you just smell me?" she asked. It wasn't so much that he'd done it. It was that she knew she smelled of vanilla and cinnamon and honeysuckle, and that wasn't her perfume. It was just her. Her magic.