even if i lost the fight
Aisha laughed softly at his reply, brushing a tight curl to the side as she drew her gaze over him. He was incredibly tall, muscular, she would almost assume he was a warrior, a soldier, forged in the flames of battle. And a well cut weapon at that, she hadn't chosen to talk to him solely because he'd offered a drink. His face was just as nice to look at as the whiskey in her glass, though she coyly chose to toy around that point.
So he chose to talk of gods, Aisha gave a huff as she replied, "Not The Voice, that's for sure." She tilted her head, hazel eyes searching once more over the cosmic tattoos that snaked his arm, "I'm assuming you go for Safrin," her query was spoken confidently, for who else would he chose with a token such as that? She herself hadn't chosen anyone to favor in particular, but Safrin had won many points the day she'd appeared so benevolently to meet her.
So he chose to talk of gods, Aisha gave a huff as she replied, "Not The Voice, that's for sure." She tilted her head, hazel eyes searching once more over the cosmic tattoos that snaked his arm, "I'm assuming you go for Safrin," her query was spoken confidently, for who else would he chose with a token such as that? She herself hadn't chosen anyone to favor in particular, but Safrin had won many points the day she'd appeared so benevolently to meet her.
you should've seen the other guy
AISHA
