Jiao
Nephele seemed to want to stay around her, not go to the shrine; Jiao, who had very few friends in Sidhe, was surprised by this. When Nephele spoke of huddling for warmth she let out a very undignified, embarrassed laugh, one that spoke very plainly of her sudden crush. "Maybe...if it gets colder."
It had been a long time since Jiao had met someone she was instantly attracted to, and it seemed like all her usual pomp and confidence flew out of the window. She smiled and looked away as Nephele's leg touched her own. The interest was returned, it seemed, which made the situation all the more wonderful but terrifying.
"Jiao. You might have seen my shop, down in the Bodega. The one with the nice clothes." She pointed out. Not the one a few doors down that seemed to specialise in boring things coloured like dung. "What do you do around here, Nephele? ...You have a pretty name." Jiao smiled, trying not to make it too obvious she was trying to flirt.
Tired little laughs,
gold lie promises,
gold lie promises,
We'll always win at this,
I don't ever think about death
I don't ever think about death
