What’s Love?

Prompt: all this foolishness about moons and blossoms

“Would now be a bad time to say that I don’t understand this sort of artwork?” Ezra said, glancing at Severin.

The other stared at him for a moment. “My God! You’re serious,” he said. He laughed and shook his head. “You don’t have to understand romance to copy a romantic painting, Little Fox. Just do your job.”

“Yes, sir,” Ezra said, a faint smirk playing at his lips. He’d doubted that excuse would work, even though it was the truth.


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