Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
”Like what?” she asks, her voice and the look in her eyes greedy and pleased. ”Though be more clever than just calling me pretty,” she adds, teasing, though there’s a bit of truth there as well. She is pretty. There’s not really much of an argument there. She knows it, others know it, even if only objectively. And though she likes being pretty, she’d rather be complimented for more than just that. She’d rather be more than just a pretty face.
She shrugs at his mention of needing a haircut. ’Maybe,” she murmurs, ”though it’s just more to play with for now.” He was admittedly not the most well kempt (not that she’s judging that, given that neither is she). A haircut and a shave might go a long way in the looks department, but clearly she wasn’t all that concerned.
She pokes at his pouting lip, giving him a grin instead. ”I make it worth your while, clearly.” The haughty tone in her voice is entirely fake, but she tries to keep a straight face. ”Never mind the free booze. Which is still way better than medicine, thank you very much.” Hardly a fair comparison, if you ask her.
She is very good at scandalous, or at least, talking like it. She was very good at talking a much bigger game than she actually lived, but no one needs to know that. Besides, it is true. He kisses her forehead, her nose, her cheek, and finally her lips. A light peck, though he doesn’t pull away far and she closes the distance again, kissing him for real. Deep and slow, her free hand snaking up to his neck. ”Mmm, there,” she mutters from the side of her mouth.
She chuckles at his sigh though, looking smug at her clear win. ”Life would be terribly boring if it were too easy.”
Weaver takes another sip as well, savoring the warmth of the mulled cider as it slips down her throat. Her amber eyes are appraising, looking at him. ”You can be both pretty and charming, though they are not your default. Still, clearly you are doing something right.” After all, she’s here, isn’t she? Korbin had found a friend, even if he would never admit it. And he seemed to have imprinted himself into the DNA of Halo far better than the rest of his family.
She shrugs at his mention of needing a haircut. ’Maybe,” she murmurs, ”though it’s just more to play with for now.” He was admittedly not the most well kempt (not that she’s judging that, given that neither is she). A haircut and a shave might go a long way in the looks department, but clearly she wasn’t all that concerned.
She pokes at his pouting lip, giving him a grin instead. ”I make it worth your while, clearly.” The haughty tone in her voice is entirely fake, but she tries to keep a straight face. ”Never mind the free booze. Which is still way better than medicine, thank you very much.” Hardly a fair comparison, if you ask her.
She is very good at scandalous, or at least, talking like it. She was very good at talking a much bigger game than she actually lived, but no one needs to know that. Besides, it is true. He kisses her forehead, her nose, her cheek, and finally her lips. A light peck, though he doesn’t pull away far and she closes the distance again, kissing him for real. Deep and slow, her free hand snaking up to his neck. ”Mmm, there,” she mutters from the side of her mouth.
She chuckles at his sigh though, looking smug at her clear win. ”Life would be terribly boring if it were too easy.”
Weaver takes another sip as well, savoring the warmth of the mulled cider as it slips down her throat. Her amber eyes are appraising, looking at him. ”You can be both pretty and charming, though they are not your default. Still, clearly you are doing something right.” After all, she’s here, isn’t she? Korbin had found a friend, even if he would never admit it. And he seemed to have imprinted himself into the DNA of Halo far better than the rest of his family.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
