AISHA
when you look at me like
that what did you expect
that what did you expect
Aisha didn't know that the boy wasn't interested much in the structures around them, not for certain, but she knew she wasn't. They shared that sentiment, the Hollowed Grounds only had a couple exciting places, and having visited the temple today she had safely scratched it off that dwindling list. So rather than show him to a boring place of grey and brown, why not throw him for a loop?
She exited the temple, turning to walk backwards for a brief moment to check on her companion. He'd brought paper along which was good thinking, he was a tall fair toned man with a charm that others might find dry, but Aisha found full of life. She glanced around for something to play the exotic artifact in her little show, deciding on a thorny vine that protruded from a pile of rubble nearby.
She gasped, exaggerating the motion so as to catch his attention, then reached for the paper. With pseudo regard for the vine, she leaned the paper against the wall, to write her story. She finished and handed it to him, That's a whispering vine, they say you can hear the screams of all the people it's tripped if you listen very carefully. Then with another gasp, she grabbed the paper back and wrote swiftly before handing it too him with a devilish grin, Oops, nevermind. You can't hear.
Overkill? Maybe, but she had said that she enjoyed spending her days messing with the deaf and cursed. This was just a taste.
She exited the temple, turning to walk backwards for a brief moment to check on her companion. He'd brought paper along which was good thinking, he was a tall fair toned man with a charm that others might find dry, but Aisha found full of life. She glanced around for something to play the exotic artifact in her little show, deciding on a thorny vine that protruded from a pile of rubble nearby.
She gasped, exaggerating the motion so as to catch his attention, then reached for the paper. With pseudo regard for the vine, she leaned the paper against the wall, to write her story. She finished and handed it to him, That's a whispering vine, they say you can hear the screams of all the people it's tripped if you listen very carefully. Then with another gasp, she grabbed the paper back and wrote swiftly before handing it too him with a devilish grin, Oops, nevermind. You can't hear.
Overkill? Maybe, but she had said that she enjoyed spending her days messing with the deaf and cursed. This was just a taste.
i'd probably still adore you with
with your hands around my neck
with your hands around my neck
