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RE: where the shadow ends - Sunjata - 06-04-2023
She would always harbor that bit of chaos that brought with it the uncertainty of whether or not she’d simply rejoice or sink a knife into ones gut. So it isn’t as if he hides from the flinch, because he knows those keen gilded eyes of her have seen it and there’s no hope in pretending he hadn’t. She wouldn’t let him get away with it, not like he’d let her get away with the false pretense of needing the barrel to stand up straight.
Which is why he asks if she wants a seat. It’s also why he doesn’t tell her that he thinks she’s maybe not good and does need to sit down. It isn’t his place – not yet. Nate would’ve been able to get away with it though, and with that thought another slight pang of sorrow splinters through his heart. “[say]Yeah, it does.[/say]” He agrees, looking away from her to the party, eyes still on that other ghost of his past on the outskirts of it. And he can’t help but to turn back to Melita with a soft smile. “[say]Well, I’ll stop bothering you. Let me know about dinner, okay?[/say]” He asks as he makes sure that she’s okay for his departure, and when he’s satisfied he slips away from her to drift toward Bartholomew for that other storm of the night.
RE: where the shadow ends - Melita - 06-05-2023
Something about him dissipating and disappearing back out into the night was a calming, balming relief to her mind – maybe so she didn’t have to keep pondering over what was doomed and damned. Dinner was the furthest thing from her brain at the moment, and she’d probably be stirring and stewing over the subject matter of her uncle for the rest of the evening. Or when she sobered up. [say]“Yeah, sure,” [/say]and she saluted as he began to walk off. All in all, no one had died or been stabbed (for the moment), so she took a few more moments (probably an hour), before settling into her ability to walk again, before meandering her way home.
And yes, nursing a gods awful hangover the next morning.
[FIN]