Elias
"Most women are unique in ways I don't care to glance twice at." He stated, tipping his head. "Hmm, well, I don't know many people who would befriend a god, and then seek to help and protect people." After all, her brothel was providing a safe haven, a home, for prostitutes, and more. Not many people would do that.
When she is not at all impressed with the stone he shows, he furrows his brow, and shifts closer to her. "It's a fine piece of jewelry, Phoebe. Pure rose quartz." Realizing that perhaps she simply knew nothing of stones and such, he added, "If I were to trade with it, it'd get me, hmmm, most of what you got for the brothel thus far. It's a valuable rock."
Next, he's flaunting the little tree made of metal, across the front of the quartz. Reaching for her hand, clearly, this is a topic he's passionate about. If she allows him to take her hand, he'll press her fingertips to the metal, tracing the tree, pointing out the flaws in the rock and explaining quietly how that makes it worth little, but at the same time, more.
When she is not at all impressed with the stone he shows, he furrows his brow, and shifts closer to her. "It's a fine piece of jewelry, Phoebe. Pure rose quartz." Realizing that perhaps she simply knew nothing of stones and such, he added, "If I were to trade with it, it'd get me, hmmm, most of what you got for the brothel thus far. It's a valuable rock."
Next, he's flaunting the little tree made of metal, across the front of the quartz. Reaching for her hand, clearly, this is a topic he's passionate about. If she allows him to take her hand, he'll press her fingertips to the metal, tracing the tree, pointing out the flaws in the rock and explaining quietly how that makes it worth little, but at the same time, more.
I'm so tired of the shore, let me in, baby,
You're an ocean beautiful and blue, I wanna swim in you.
You're an ocean beautiful and blue, I wanna swim in you.
