Ru
Fondness overwhelms her at his admittance, visually softening at the notion of Tal’s affection for her, prickles and all. “None of us are good at admitting it, it’s why we’re all such good friends,” she snorts, amused. His inspection and inquiry through bond and all-seeing gaze are unmistakable, and damn it all but Ru can’t contend with back-to-back proof of love for her, no matter the shape it takes. The loose grip she holds on her bond to streamline the emotions he feels off her dissipates, letting him examine more closely. There is a contentment there - purposeless, yes, but with a quiet acceptance of where her life is at - and the only concerning notions are the whisps of loneliness that are quieter now in his presence. Sown from long days alone in the Greatwood, children moved both out and on, but still feeling as if she could not fully return to Halo. Her smile as she averts her eyes tells him ’all is well’. Loneliness is an easier burden for the Valkyrie to bear than many of the other things she’s had to carry in the past.
A slightly sinister laugh sneaks out of her at his teasing, and she flicks her hair over her shoulder in a well-practiced, but undoubtedly intentionally dramatic show of flounce. “It’s true, and it’s why he avoids the threshold like the plague. But I’ll get him in there one way or another - by force if I tire of his resistance,” she snickers. It would be utterly harmless, perhaps a dunk in the mud bath, but Ru for all her petite frame would happily haul Tal over her shoulder to accomplish it. “You know speaking of, while we’re here, it might be a good idea to restock on volcanic rock for the bottom of the bath.” Is she aware of the restlessness of his rock investigations and is hoping to redirect his attention from potential future terrorizing of her person? Yes. Yes she is.
A slightly sinister laugh sneaks out of her at his teasing, and she flicks her hair over her shoulder in a well-practiced, but undoubtedly intentionally dramatic show of flounce. “It’s true, and it’s why he avoids the threshold like the plague. But I’ll get him in there one way or another - by force if I tire of his resistance,” she snickers. It would be utterly harmless, perhaps a dunk in the mud bath, but Ru for all her petite frame would happily haul Tal over her shoulder to accomplish it. “You know speaking of, while we’re here, it might be a good idea to restock on volcanic rock for the bottom of the bath.” Is she aware of the restlessness of his rock investigations and is hoping to redirect his attention from potential future terrorizing of her person? Yes. Yes she is.
In a coat of gold or of red, a lion still has claws
And mine are long and sharp, my lord
And mine are long and sharp, my lord
as long and sharp as yours
