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AISHA

turn around and give you something to believe in
but you get something to prove

It may have been the massage, the intimacy of it, the inherent trust involved and the relaxed state she was in, but for some reason Aisha was quicker to open up to Hotaru. As the other woman mentioned ruling a kingdom, Aisha responded with her own story, "I'm an outlander too, I was a princess in my homeland. Didn't do much invading, but I was trained my whole life to be general in our army. I think Deimos has picked up where my old mentor left off," and for that alone, she was grateful for his presence.

Aisha audibly exhaled when Hotaru met her upper back, rubbing her hands through those creases behind her shoulder blades that were so seldom relieved. The exhale became a giggle at Deimos's moniker, Devil man. "He can when he wants to, usually we just end up clobbering each other with swords," she replied with a playfully sarcastic edge. She would've reached out to point, but was too comfortable now, "He made my sword with his magic, the one by my coat," her gaze lay upon it, leaning up against an armchair. The gold of the pommel shimmered warmly against the fire light.

"It's a replica of my sword from home, a family sword." The old one was promised to be hers, but somehow this one had come to mean more.

but honey it ain't worth it
being hurt by love