no stone unturned

i want to be a mystery, yet be known

i want to be together, yet alone

“Me too.” She says easily in response to his comment about how he’s glad it wasn’t any worse. She’d seen the carnage after, she’d seen that it would have been very easy for her to die that day. And she’s eternally thankful for the broken leg that she received in return for her life. But when he comments and teases her in regards to her scars, she can’t help but to turn to him when she reaches the desk, a light laugh leaving her lips at that. “Are you sure? You haven’t seen them all, after all.” She teases easily with a tilt of her head as he invades her space.

And invades he does.

Though she doesn’t mind, smiling back at his grin as his cheeks puff with the gesture, with how much he’s smiling. Does she really incite such happiness in people other than Amalia and Deimos? It’s… A strange feeling. She has half a mind to reach out and touch him with the closeness they share, but she doesn’t – her gaze drifting to his steel gaze as her own icy ones soften slightly. “It could be.” Her smile edges in something like a half smirk, arms holding her up as she leans back against the desk, tilting her head to him to see what he might do.

Would he sweep her off her feet to dance before the fireplace to music only they can hear? Or would he play this game a bit longer?

is it too much to ask to be famous yet unknown?

to be a wanderer, yet have a home?

KIADA