NEPHELE
down in the forest we'll sing chorus
The man’s face folds upon itself, a convoluted mass of dark emotion pooling in the crevices of his features. She feels the distant desire to smooth it away, but she is an awkward soul, the only words she’s capable of sharing being those spun from years of tucking herself away into various books of literature and science. Eriadne had been the only one she had ever needed to commune with in any overtly emotional capacity, and her twin understood her with such ease that it had never mattered. So she is left awkwardly staring at Ianto, too unaware of decorum to avert her gaze.
“Bravery is the vice of the well-known, but it generally leads to a shortened life,” Nephele points out amusedly, unashamed to make fun of herself here if it means drawing the darkness from his face. Which causes her own consternation, because she certainly was intrigued by the other races, but she had never much cared for their state of minds. Perhaps because he follows Arduinna, or his simplistic kindness in their moment together planting the roses, it is enough to beholden her own fair treatment. Or perhaps she is just lonely, further sequestered away from her kin in her studies of the Blight, and she is weak to his camaraderie. “Cowardice is just another word for long-lived.”
Ianto’s short bark of laughter brings her own grin forth, erasing all awkwardness surrounding her blunt question. “Shame,” she teases, wings vibrating in little flickers of movement that transcribe her silenced giggles. “You’d certainly make a stunning pair.” But she’d not want to make him feel awkward at the imagery of union with someone he considers on the edge of family, so she says nothing of the sort. No matter her desire to sink her teeth into his embarrassment and shake him around until his cheeks go pink and his words splutter out. It's her own favorite form of torture.
As he stands, Nephele drifts backwards to give him room, her own eyes drawn to the horizon alongside his. “I always do,” she vows quietly, turning a small smile towards Ianto. “I won’t keep you. Thank you for the company, perhaps I will see you again at the Wishing
Wagon?” He had certainly caught her interest enough to warrant another meeting, especially if Arduinna had given him the green light so to speak. Lifting higher from the ground Neph gives a little wave, her other two roses still carefully tucked away. “Stay safe, little shifter.” And then she turns and flies off, following the path that pulls at her heart.
“Bravery is the vice of the well-known, but it generally leads to a shortened life,” Nephele points out amusedly, unashamed to make fun of herself here if it means drawing the darkness from his face. Which causes her own consternation, because she certainly was intrigued by the other races, but she had never much cared for their state of minds. Perhaps because he follows Arduinna, or his simplistic kindness in their moment together planting the roses, it is enough to beholden her own fair treatment. Or perhaps she is just lonely, further sequestered away from her kin in her studies of the Blight, and she is weak to his camaraderie. “Cowardice is just another word for long-lived.”
Ianto’s short bark of laughter brings her own grin forth, erasing all awkwardness surrounding her blunt question. “Shame,” she teases, wings vibrating in little flickers of movement that transcribe her silenced giggles. “You’d certainly make a stunning pair.” But she’d not want to make him feel awkward at the imagery of union with someone he considers on the edge of family, so she says nothing of the sort. No matter her desire to sink her teeth into his embarrassment and shake him around until his cheeks go pink and his words splutter out. It's her own favorite form of torture.
As he stands, Nephele drifts backwards to give him room, her own eyes drawn to the horizon alongside his. “I always do,” she vows quietly, turning a small smile towards Ianto. “I won’t keep you. Thank you for the company, perhaps I will see you again at the Wishing
Wagon?” He had certainly caught her interest enough to warrant another meeting, especially if Arduinna had given him the green light so to speak. Lifting higher from the ground Neph gives a little wave, her other two roses still carefully tucked away. “Stay safe, little shifter.” And then she turns and flies off, following the path that pulls at her heart.
