AnOTP: Melisande/Maharet
Melisande is sitting downstairs in a vibrantly red gown, lounging gracefully and looking supremely bored. In fact, however, she's feeling oddly nervous, a feeling this Shahrizai doesn't like in the least, and her hand, every so often, goes to her neck before she drags it away with a frown. With a sigh, she stands and fetches the glass of red wine she left on the mantle upon coming down here and sips it, gazing at the fire in what would be a moody fashion in any other woman.
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scionofkushiel) wrote,
nervous
