where'er the goddess turns her melancholy gaze, Man his loathsomeness displays
Mahogany irises dip to the wrinkle in the Angel’s nose, one dark brow rising almost imperceptibly. Curious. Not that she’s the type of woman to comment on it, but it’s something to file away somewhere in the extensive library of her mind. One the woman may share of her piqued interest and brief mention of similar inclinations issues any clue.
Anju folds her arms, well-muscled forearms flexing as she cocks her hip to the side, giving a small grunt of consideration. “What is it you know?” Grimacing when she realizes how that sounded, Anju’s skin turns rich with a flush. “If you would share. Gideon and I are not…close.” Easier than telling the demigoddess of life that she’d nearly killed the man for meddling with Ascended fluid and enraging a spirit. Glancing around belatedly and wondering if they should move somewhere more comfortable - or private, depending on the information Amalia might have - Anju hesitates before deciding she will leave that up to the Archangel.
Anju folds her arms, well-muscled forearms flexing as she cocks her hip to the side, giving a small grunt of consideration. “What is it you know?” Grimacing when she realizes how that sounded, Anju’s skin turns rich with a flush. “If you would share. Gideon and I are not…close.” Easier than telling the demigoddess of life that she’d nearly killed the man for meddling with Ascended fluid and enraging a spirit. Glancing around belatedly and wondering if they should move somewhere more comfortable - or private, depending on the information Amalia might have - Anju hesitates before deciding she will leave that up to the Archangel.
ANJU
