Hotaru
Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold
"I certainly wouldn't object," she throws back with a grin, "though a watery backdrop would make it better." Because of that she is willing to wait - but not long. Clock is ticking, Sunjata.
Something could be said about the importance of company kept, because the scar from George is the last thing on her mind as she watches the wound wash away into nothingness. There is only pride and a deep abiding love that even she has yet to fully come to terms with. Returning to a relationship is novel to her, and the force of returning emotions that never died is at times overwhelming when compared to the technical newness of their relationship. Not that they've ever done things by the book. She knows it's a joke, but her expression is soft and emanates pride. "You're doing amazing. This is amazing. I'm not surprised Frey saw fit to reward you." Not after everything he has done.
Stepping into his embrace, she glances over her shoulder at the sudden destruction wrought behind her, a noise of intrigue rumbling in her throat. "Well that's useful," she remarks, slightly agog. Turning back to Sunjata, she grins, incapable of resisting vixen machinations. "For construction of course."
Something could be said about the importance of company kept, because the scar from George is the last thing on her mind as she watches the wound wash away into nothingness. There is only pride and a deep abiding love that even she has yet to fully come to terms with. Returning to a relationship is novel to her, and the force of returning emotions that never died is at times overwhelming when compared to the technical newness of their relationship. Not that they've ever done things by the book. She knows it's a joke, but her expression is soft and emanates pride. "You're doing amazing. This is amazing. I'm not surprised Frey saw fit to reward you." Not after everything he has done.
Stepping into his embrace, she glances over her shoulder at the sudden destruction wrought behind her, a noise of intrigue rumbling in her throat. "Well that's useful," she remarks, slightly agog. Turning back to Sunjata, she grins, incapable of resisting vixen machinations. "For construction of course."
Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time
