NEPHELE
down in the forest we'll sing chorus
"Lucky us," Nephele says, voice going soft and low as she lets the words curl in the disappearing space between them. She is a scientist, and she desperately wants to get her hands on this lovely specimen. Whether it's curiosity, or the romantic notions she has buried of love at first sight, or simply lust of an untouched woman in her prime Nephele isn't sure. Doesn't care enough to consider it just yet lest she appear uninterested.
Not that Jiao was only interesting in appearance, her wit returning to her as the time passed, and soon it was Nephele being pushed back onto unsteady ground at the smooth compliments passing through fair lips. "I'll trust you to dress me in whatever you'd like," she assures, ignoring her darkening cheeks. Her smile is more sincere, her posture loosening as comfort and relaxation seep into her limbs. There's no threat here, merely gentle flirtations and pleasant shared company. The Blight has made her edgier than she normally is, and it's nice to settle into the playful rapport they've created.
"There's nothing I could sell you that would perfect you more than you already are." A winsome grin, a twirl of hair around her finger, idle expenditure of energy that hums in her veins at this teasing. It's true however - Jiao is quite beautiful, and seems in perfect health. No cream, lotion, or salve could improve upon her natural charm and attractiveness in Nephele's opinion.
But a goddess. Now that's interesting. Nephele sucks in a swift breath and leans forward, heedless of the space she is invading, and reaches to boldly clasp at both of Jiao's hands if she will let it happen. "Oh, you can't leave me hanging like that! Tell me about it!" Neph was not particularly religious, but she desperately wanted to know about the Gods nonetheless.
Not that Jiao was only interesting in appearance, her wit returning to her as the time passed, and soon it was Nephele being pushed back onto unsteady ground at the smooth compliments passing through fair lips. "I'll trust you to dress me in whatever you'd like," she assures, ignoring her darkening cheeks. Her smile is more sincere, her posture loosening as comfort and relaxation seep into her limbs. There's no threat here, merely gentle flirtations and pleasant shared company. The Blight has made her edgier than she normally is, and it's nice to settle into the playful rapport they've created.
"There's nothing I could sell you that would perfect you more than you already are." A winsome grin, a twirl of hair around her finger, idle expenditure of energy that hums in her veins at this teasing. It's true however - Jiao is quite beautiful, and seems in perfect health. No cream, lotion, or salve could improve upon her natural charm and attractiveness in Nephele's opinion.
But a goddess. Now that's interesting. Nephele sucks in a swift breath and leans forward, heedless of the space she is invading, and reaches to boldly clasp at both of Jiao's hands if she will let it happen. "Oh, you can't leave me hanging like that! Tell me about it!" Neph was not particularly religious, but she desperately wanted to know about the Gods nonetheless.
