The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind
She sips at her drink, a smirk visible above around her glass. ”Well then, I will have to come up with the perfect middle name for you.” She doesn’t have a middle name either. Silly, pointless things, used for sentimental value and little else. Stick a parents name in there all you want, it gets lost anyway. Clearly, her mother had been more interested in unusual names than sentimental value. Erebor, Weaver. Apparently by Korbin she was getting less creative. ”I’m sure the right one will present itself,” she drawls, with her usual cocksure patience.
He pauses and she nods, speaking around the cigarette in the corner of her mouth. ”Mmm, makes me want another,” she says, eyeing the sleeve in a catlike fashion. Weaver chuckles as he continues though, taking the cigarette from her mouth and exhaling the smoke toward the ceiling. ”He probably deserved it, though I’m impressed he actually snuck up on you.” He could do all the things she could, though he often did not. Granted, he’d been someone different than the brother she’d grown up with lately. ”I’m sure that did not help his overall impression of you. Though you could have showered him in sunshine and rainbows and he would still dislike you.” Her tone is casual, and she rolls a shoulder in a shrug.
Ah, Wessex. She seems to have her hands in quite a lot of pots as well, not unlike Sunjata. ”That is not overly surprising. You both have similar goals, when it comes to the portals. Though I admit, I am surprised she is in the guild.” There’s a question in her eyes, though she does not ask it. It is his to answer or not.
He pauses and she nods, speaking around the cigarette in the corner of her mouth. ”Mmm, makes me want another,” she says, eyeing the sleeve in a catlike fashion. Weaver chuckles as he continues though, taking the cigarette from her mouth and exhaling the smoke toward the ceiling. ”He probably deserved it, though I’m impressed he actually snuck up on you.” He could do all the things she could, though he often did not. Granted, he’d been someone different than the brother she’d grown up with lately. ”I’m sure that did not help his overall impression of you. Though you could have showered him in sunshine and rainbows and he would still dislike you.” Her tone is casual, and she rolls a shoulder in a shrug.
Ah, Wessex. She seems to have her hands in quite a lot of pots as well, not unlike Sunjata. ”That is not overly surprising. You both have similar goals, when it comes to the portals. Though I admit, I am surprised she is in the guild.” There’s a question in her eyes, though she does not ask it. It is his to answer or not.
Weaver
