sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
'Aww, there it is.' She chuckles, her eyes narrowed playfully as she points a finger at the half smile cresting across his lips. It hardly lasts, not with Deimos retreating back into the depths of his cavernous mind.
"It doesn't depend." Safrin corrects with a simple shake of her head. "You mortals are made to love, and hurt, and weep, and then die. No amount of stone-faced expressions or carefully chosen words will ever change that. Rising from where she's seated, she strolls toward him, before lowering herself to the ground that her legs might press against his own as she tucks her feet beneath herself. 'What are you worried about?" She wonders, reaching forward her hands to cup his face and draw his stare upon her. "Laugh lines?"
Chuckling coquettishly at that, she keeps her hands where they are, her palms almost not able to cover his cheeks so large is he in comparison. "I ask because you are currently a waste of potential. You toiled in the Grounds, and now you train bird-farmers and other nobodies in this place." She looks around with a sniff. 'You offer to complete noble tasks for Ludo that not even the dead care about. Doesn't it make you angry, Deimos?" Safrin wonders, leaning forward. "All your hard work, all your strength, all that pain you've had to endure, and you know where its gotten you?"
She's just a breath away now, her eyes pinpoint of starlight while her skin smells of sweet water. "Nowhere."
"It doesn't depend." Safrin corrects with a simple shake of her head. "You mortals are made to love, and hurt, and weep, and then die. No amount of stone-faced expressions or carefully chosen words will ever change that. Rising from where she's seated, she strolls toward him, before lowering herself to the ground that her legs might press against his own as she tucks her feet beneath herself. 'What are you worried about?" She wonders, reaching forward her hands to cup his face and draw his stare upon her. "Laugh lines?"
Chuckling coquettishly at that, she keeps her hands where they are, her palms almost not able to cover his cheeks so large is he in comparison. "I ask because you are currently a waste of potential. You toiled in the Grounds, and now you train bird-farmers and other nobodies in this place." She looks around with a sniff. 'You offer to complete noble tasks for Ludo that not even the dead care about. Doesn't it make you angry, Deimos?" Safrin wonders, leaning forward. "All your hard work, all your strength, all that pain you've had to endure, and you know where its gotten you?"
She's just a breath away now, her eyes pinpoint of starlight while her skin smells of sweet water. "Nowhere."
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
