drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands romeo
Aisha enjoyed the responses she could coax from the man, the roll of his eyes and cross of his arms. She loved tiptoeing the line of charming and infuriating, and seeing how far she could lean. "I hope so, I wouldn't mind some company every now and then," she replied with a soft shrug, no sarcasm this time. She told the truth, and meant what she said as always. She chose her company wisely, and Henry seemed an apt choice for a friendly excursion, a trusty companion.
His next question had her brows narrowed for a mere moment, wondering what specifically he was asking. What are you wasn't a question she was often asked. He clarified, asking about her race, or alignment perhaps. Nowadays people always seemed to be asking both; the rift between the two divine sides growing farther as tensions rose. There was a natural lean of ascended towards the Voice and the attuned to the old gods, but that wasn't necessarily the deciding factor.
In this case, Aisha was an attuned who favored her makers, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." she shot him a coy look, standing straight again and awaiting the show.
His next question had her brows narrowed for a mere moment, wondering what specifically he was asking. What are you wasn't a question she was often asked. He clarified, asking about her race, or alignment perhaps. Nowadays people always seemed to be asking both; the rift between the two divine sides growing farther as tensions rose. There was a natural lean of ascended towards the Voice and the attuned to the old gods, but that wasn't necessarily the deciding factor.
In this case, Aisha was an attuned who favored her makers, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." she shot him a coy look, standing straight again and awaiting the show.
AISHA
