Hotaru
Our hearts we have sold
For diamonds and gold
For diamonds and gold
The soft warmth of his breath as he leans in close is a pleasant new sensation, but she meets it with an innocent smile that can't hope to match the predatory mischief in her gaze. "I couldn't possibly fathom why, you must have me mistaken for someone else." He's certainly very charming, but she can't go around spilling all her secrets on a whim. Especially not for a pretty face.
The mood goes a tad somber, and she skims her thumb over the back of his hand when he places his upon hers. The offer is sweet, for lack of a better word. Sunjata is the only soul outside of her family to even know her connection to Ru'in, and the idea of baring herself so intimately to Loren is daunting. Though she would not object to his company on any given day, she is also quite slow to trust. Her decision doesn't matter in the end, because she's distracted by the name that falls from his lips. She had only recently found out herself after her hunt with Deimos, having checked the Notice Board on a whim and having to deal with her grief then and there upon realizing Maea was dead. "I knew her too," she admits softly, grief welling up. "Not as well as I wanted, but I cared for her. I'm sorry." In another time, another day...just as the woman's note had said. Perhaps they could have been something else.
It takes a bit to drag herself from that mire and focus, but she's not disappointed. "Quite the title, congratulations." For a moment she considers teasing him with various lewd insinuations, but instead she reminds herself that she must exercise propriety sometimes, and takes another sip of her wine. "I haven't been there much, admittedly. I've either been here or visiting Torchline. My family is quite efficiently paired up, and I don't like to cramp their style." The amused tilt of her lips is obvious, but it's a sad truth. She is quite alone these days, which releases her from the burdens of holding a stable position in the Grounds. Her shop does well without constant care. Why not explore with all that extra time?
The mood goes a tad somber, and she skims her thumb over the back of his hand when he places his upon hers. The offer is sweet, for lack of a better word. Sunjata is the only soul outside of her family to even know her connection to Ru'in, and the idea of baring herself so intimately to Loren is daunting. Though she would not object to his company on any given day, she is also quite slow to trust. Her decision doesn't matter in the end, because she's distracted by the name that falls from his lips. She had only recently found out herself after her hunt with Deimos, having checked the Notice Board on a whim and having to deal with her grief then and there upon realizing Maea was dead. "I knew her too," she admits softly, grief welling up. "Not as well as I wanted, but I cared for her. I'm sorry." In another time, another day...just as the woman's note had said. Perhaps they could have been something else.
It takes a bit to drag herself from that mire and focus, but she's not disappointed. "Quite the title, congratulations." For a moment she considers teasing him with various lewd insinuations, but instead she reminds herself that she must exercise propriety sometimes, and takes another sip of her wine. "I haven't been there much, admittedly. I've either been here or visiting Torchline. My family is quite efficiently paired up, and I don't like to cramp their style." The amused tilt of her lips is obvious, but it's a sad truth. She is quite alone these days, which releases her from the burdens of holding a stable position in the Grounds. Her shop does well without constant care. Why not explore with all that extra time?
But baby take a look
We have it all
We have it all
