Meticulous fingers cross her vision, reaching farther than her own can to snag at the dusty spine of the book. She knows who it is before she turns, her lips quirking up as her arms lower to cross stubbornly at her chest, ignoring the pressure on her dressings. The book comes down with much less effort than she'd already expended, jealousy flashing for the briefest of moments before twisting into begrudging amusement. "I prefer not having to ask. Works most of the time." And the cocky grin on her face seems to say, 'It worked on you.'
Her eyes burn like blue fire in the shadows, but it's not enough to distract from the colorful mottling of her cheek, the purple having dissipated to yellow and green. She unwraps her arms to pluck the book from his grasp, waving it for Asta to see the tattered edges and faded cover with gilded accents. "This one looked the oldest. Figured it might be close to your age." Throwing him a playful wink, she taps the tomb against his white and gold waistcoat, her expression turning genuine and bright when she finally says, "Congratulations."
Her eyes burn like blue fire in the shadows, but it's not enough to distract from the colorful mottling of her cheek, the purple having dissipated to yellow and green. She unwraps her arms to pluck the book from his grasp, waving it for Asta to see the tattered edges and faded cover with gilded accents. "This one looked the oldest. Figured it might be close to your age." Throwing him a playful wink, she taps the tomb against his white and gold waistcoat, her expression turning genuine and bright when she finally says, "Congratulations."
I just want you to set me free.
Thalassa
