You're so cold
but you feel alive
Anyone looking at them from afar might see a pair of friends chatting over a waterbreak. Perhaps a reconciliation after the new girl lost her temper when her arrows didn't fly the way they should. For all anyone knew, Sunjata had been the patient, calm teacher that talked her around, got her to try again and allowed a break when sufficient effort was beginning to pay off.
If they only knew the truth.
Secrets were secrets though, and they were piling up between them in alarming amounts. Kisses and confidences mingled with differing opinions and hurt feelings in a dizzying concoction, that the pale girl swallowed down alongside the water with careful precision. Yet he offered more and she reciprocated, coming to the conclusion that it would just be easier to never talk about Sunjata with other people at all. Lest she accidentally betrayed something no one else should know.
"Is there a guild like that in the Hollowed Grounds?" she asked him, clearly surprised. How bad could 'unfavorable and dishonorable' be? There was nothing around here worth stealing, enough people died already by natural disasters and accidents that murder was quite unnecessary, and she could think of nothing else that migth be considered offensive. But the gleam in her eyes was that of the Loreseeker, ever greedy; the little smile on her lips suggested she might not be so quick to judge as he might fear.
If they only knew the truth.
Secrets were secrets though, and they were piling up between them in alarming amounts. Kisses and confidences mingled with differing opinions and hurt feelings in a dizzying concoction, that the pale girl swallowed down alongside the water with careful precision. Yet he offered more and she reciprocated, coming to the conclusion that it would just be easier to never talk about Sunjata with other people at all. Lest she accidentally betrayed something no one else should know.
"Is there a guild like that in the Hollowed Grounds?" she asked him, clearly surprised. How bad could 'unfavorable and dishonorable' be? There was nothing around here worth stealing, enough people died already by natural disasters and accidents that murder was quite unnecessary, and she could think of nothing else that migth be considered offensive. But the gleam in her eyes was that of the Loreseeker, ever greedy; the little smile on her lips suggested she might not be so quick to judge as he might fear.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
