Soleil
Diana does not normally allow others to touch her, but perhaps she thinks it will encourage Tal to help her sister, for she allows it with a lifted chin and otherwise neutral expression until Soleil's arrival steals the courier's attention away. Only then does she retreat, abandoning her bonded to the socialization she has been avoiding.
Sol, to her credit, is not unaware of the discomfort that overtakes Tal when he looks up at her disheveled state of being. She just doesn't care right now. Her hand flexes around her spear, and her red-rimmed eyes narrow as her lips twist into an expression that is ugly and hateful - though he has no way of knowing that hatred is focused internally. "The ocean exploded, Talyson, and I wasn't here. Isn't that enough?" Soleil has never been good at keeping secrets, or keeping her feelings off her sleeve, so it rolls out with little prompting. She doesn't know if she's ever used his full name, but right now everything is shaded in hues of red, and she's just so angry.
Hefting her spear, she spins halfway on her heel and launches it at the dummy standing beside the one Tal had been attacking, snarling her anger. It scarcely has time to skewer the object before she's recalling it into her palm, knuckles bleeding ashen with the force of her grip as her nostrils flare. Diana makes a low, half-growl in her throat, and Soleil's gaze cuts over to her. "What? He has his own dummy, I'm not scaring him off!" Her own voice is just as guttural, as inhuman as an Accepted can get, even though she knows she's scaring him off. Just in a different way. And by the Gods if it isn't a vain, intentional attempt on her part.
Sol, to her credit, is not unaware of the discomfort that overtakes Tal when he looks up at her disheveled state of being. She just doesn't care right now. Her hand flexes around her spear, and her red-rimmed eyes narrow as her lips twist into an expression that is ugly and hateful - though he has no way of knowing that hatred is focused internally. "The ocean exploded, Talyson, and I wasn't here. Isn't that enough?" Soleil has never been good at keeping secrets, or keeping her feelings off her sleeve, so it rolls out with little prompting. She doesn't know if she's ever used his full name, but right now everything is shaded in hues of red, and she's just so angry.
Hefting her spear, she spins halfway on her heel and launches it at the dummy standing beside the one Tal had been attacking, snarling her anger. It scarcely has time to skewer the object before she's recalling it into her palm, knuckles bleeding ashen with the force of her grip as her nostrils flare. Diana makes a low, half-growl in her throat, and Soleil's gaze cuts over to her. "What? He has his own dummy, I'm not scaring him off!" Her own voice is just as guttural, as inhuman as an Accepted can get, even though she knows she's scaring him off. Just in a different way. And by the Gods if it isn't a vain, intentional attempt on her part.
kiss me like I'm a conviction, beg for divinity in my grasp
