Safrin
She turns, all starlight and venom, dark eyes fixed on the youthful face. "Oh is that what we're calling it?" Safrin snaps, hands predictably on her waist as she assumes a position of righteous fury. "I had thought perhaps you would have wanted to call it a game, or a trick, or a test." Or whatever other words Ludo would use to describe its antics this time around.
The two had been through a lot together, but long as their lives were, it all boiled down to the here and now. They'd both been different in the past and would be different in the future, so it did no good to hold each other to the standards of moments long departed.
Even so, she was wounded and bruised that Ludo would do this to her. To those she cared about.
The two had been through a lot together, but long as their lives were, it all boiled down to the here and now. They'd both been different in the past and would be different in the future, so it did no good to hold each other to the standards of moments long departed.
Even so, she was wounded and bruised that Ludo would do this to her. To those she cared about.
