Fleeting. [He rises to the challenge, of course. A dare in jest or a dare in truth, Josias would meet it, and he certainly wasn't going to leave such an obvious untruth hanging. Sharp in his honesty, even as he continues holding her close, tilts his head to kiss that pouting mouth, coaxed in by her fluttering lashes. He smiles as he pulls back, teeth white, turning to lift his glass and drain the last of the whiskey in it.]
As fleeting as we can be, in this cage of ours. [A hint of anger underlying the words, but it's as soft as he can manage when talking on their circumstances.]
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As fleeting as we can be, in this cage of ours. [A hint of anger underlying the words, but it's as soft as he can manage when talking on their circumstances.]