i want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way
still i'd trade all my tomorrows,
She is greeted with silence, for a moment, and as she removes her hood and focuses on the finer details of the manor – ones that she recalled from days past, months ago, when she had been only abandoned, with the basic uses of her magics versus what she’s become, she can’t help but to shiver a small amount at the time. It happened not that long ago, but it felt like ages. And when Loren appears, and her sapphire eyes snap to him.Maybe it had been.
How long did the Voice stop time when she did? And did it continue on here? It wasn’t Longnight yet… No. She had too many questions. First of all, he looks to her like he’s ready for a fight, and she can’t entirely understand why. It hadn’t been that long since the wedding – it hadn’t been that long since any of it. She had moved into Bastien’s home, had found a small young Ascended to take under her wing, and found the Mathair and planted roses, protected them, been there…
Only she really hadn’t been there for Loren, had she?
She shrugs out of her cloak, dressed in a similar dark hue with swirls of golds and reds that adorn her form and her figure, and she turns to him with a bright smile. If Loren wanted to be ice, she’d certainly become fire. “I came to thank you for what you did for the wedding. But I wanted to do it in person, and it’s been… A long few weeks.” She reaches up to brush her dark hair back from her eyes, opening them again to land on the summoner.
“And also to see how you’ve been.” Because that's what friends do.
for just one yesterday
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