Camilla is clearly unused to such blatant interest and forthright declaration of it, as her voice trembles and pitches upward with a hopeful lilt. For her part, Ru’s eyes only kid further, expression heated but still impeccably controlled. Unashamed. “Yet,” she reaffirms, and then coyly smirks. “Depending on finding a suitable time and location that wouldn’t scar your customers,” she purrs, gleefully envisioning taking the beautiful woman over her workbench, customers and neighbors be damned.
Ru prowls after the woman on easy, graceful strides, letting her direct and never letting more than a foot of distance come between them. Making it so that Camilla cannot forget Ru’s presence even if she desired to. “Would you potentially have smoke pellets of some kind? A bag that would regenerate them” Something like her ice spheres, but understandably smaller than something Frey could create.
Ru prowls after the woman on easy, graceful strides, letting her direct and never letting more than a foot of distance come between them. Making it so that Camilla cannot forget Ru’s presence even if she desired to. “Would you potentially have smoke pellets of some kind? A bag that would regenerate them” Something like her ice spheres, but understandably smaller than something Frey could create.
as a child I only wanted to heal
now I want to be an abomination
now I want to be an abomination
