neitherheavenorhell: His gaze, which had been following the circling fruit, flickered to mine. I did
neitherheavenorhell: His gaze, which had been following the circling fruit, flickered to mine. I did not have time to look away before he said, softly but distinctly, “Catch.” A fig leapt from the pattern in a graceful arc towards me. It fell into the cup of my palms, soft and slightly warm. -- source link