Hotaru
Our hearts we have sold
For diamonds and gold
For diamonds and gold
She listens just as avidly to his spun tale of his homeland, comparing their two experiences which - while not particularly similar - have clearly left a mark on both of them. "And were you one of those best and brightest?" Or had he been brought through to Caido in some other fashion? By The Voice like the rest of the Outlanders? How had his tale here begun? She makes a soft, emotional noise at the notion of home, his words digging into a sensitive and raw place that he likely didn't intend to do. Turning her gaze away to avoid having her emotions read clearly, she clears her throat softly. "And do you think you're starting to find it? Here, in Halo?" Part of her wants to grasp him by the shoulders and beg him to tell her how he is achieving it, when she is still torn between all three lands and feels as if she will never find anything close to 'home' again. Rexanna and Deimos have both found a home, in the land or in their partners, and though she's unsure where Kiada's mind rests on the subject she is sometimes envious and bitter, wishing she could feel the same. At least she's not alone, if Loren's words are true.
It's easier to sink into the familiarity of teasing and taunting than to consider such delicate and complex emotions. To embrace the deep thrum of his voice, the hot breath that caresses her ear and makes her visibly shudder at the sensation, breath catching in the hollow of her throat. Instead of responding she slants a sultry look at him from the corner of her eye, promising far more than words can say.
She finishes the cider rather quickly, knowing it will go to her head but finding she doesn't much care. Though she's slow to trust, Loren has proven at least reliable, and if she ends up tipsy she'll escort herself home. "Their loss then." Gaze clear and penetrating as she accepts his elbow once again with a small quirk of her lips, happy to let him lead her to whatever he desires to show her next.
It's easier to sink into the familiarity of teasing and taunting than to consider such delicate and complex emotions. To embrace the deep thrum of his voice, the hot breath that caresses her ear and makes her visibly shudder at the sensation, breath catching in the hollow of her throat. Instead of responding she slants a sultry look at him from the corner of her eye, promising far more than words can say.
She finishes the cider rather quickly, knowing it will go to her head but finding she doesn't much care. Though she's slow to trust, Loren has proven at least reliable, and if she ends up tipsy she'll escort herself home. "Their loss then." Gaze clear and penetrating as she accepts his elbow once again with a small quirk of her lips, happy to let him lead her to whatever he desires to show her next.
But baby take a look
We have it all
We have it all
