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AISHA

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

"He does does he?" she replied with an almost incredulous drawl, "I can't imagine any description he gave lives up to reality. 'Aisha, she's blonde, has a sword'," a little mockery, she dropped into Deimos's bear growl grumble to truly get her point across.

Hotaru was keen to what might be a touchier subject, her softer tone was noted at the question of Aisha missing her previous life. As she relaxed into the touch, she gave an honest answer, "I miss everything about my home, even the ruling. But it was never the most important part." Her greatest memories lay at her mother's feet, playing with the hem of her long golden night gown, or training in the courtyard with friends under a blossoming sweet acacia.

When the thumb meets her nape Aisha tenses, having rarely felt pressure there before. It felt good though, amazing, as she exhaled with it any stress she'd pent up at the base of her head. "Mhm," she answered, angling her head to glance at her sword. "I'm a Shield and also a swordsmaster, I offer lessons but I get the feeling it wouldn't be your first time."

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