10-31-2019, 03:27 PM
Nhysa tilted her head at the self-correction, the white flash of her smile genuinely pleased at the widening of that crack in his views. Broken and remolded, like gold veined Kintsugi. Li did not seem to worry either way over the wolf’s fate, and she did not find fault with it, though her own instincts were more motherly. Not that she had had cause to spare it much thought before now, but perhaps she would check upon him. Even Jaxen she might choose to watch following the pathetic snivel of his tears into the floor of his own apartment. An errant child, that one. Despite her kindly warnings, she doubted their dealings were yet done. He seemed the type to be slow to learn the patterns of his own errors.
By then she could feel her shadowy companion’s frustration with her straying attention, but she turned to nudge Li in the ribs. It was a playful accusation, like he had purposefully concealed his epiphany from her.“Where?” she demanded, but if the jab was sharp there was a sultry cast to her smile. A brow rose. “I’m willing,” she added.
When he’d brushed the hair from her face at the Almaz she’d seen nothing of how he did it; not like she could when other women used the same shadows (she could feel the use of that power now, as a matter of fact, but was currently paying it no mind, though the dark had proceeded to dig its little claws in the shadows beneath her neck; she could hear it hissing). He could not teach her that, but she would relish the opportunity to dance with him. She would be able to make the time. Another job had lined up, but the mark was overseas and her employers dithered over whether they should be collected or allowed to first return of their own volition. Well, this one was not a mark precisely. Another unruly Custody child; another easy job.
“Perhaps I might also teach you a thing or two.” She winked. There was levity to her tone, though in truth her own training had been brutal, crossing wires in her brain that would never be untangled. She would not wish that upon so bright as soul as his, besides which it was part of his allure. The dark light of the moon always chased the sun did it not? Almaz offered no real challenges; not like he might.
By then she could feel her shadowy companion’s frustration with her straying attention, but she turned to nudge Li in the ribs. It was a playful accusation, like he had purposefully concealed his epiphany from her.“Where?” she demanded, but if the jab was sharp there was a sultry cast to her smile. A brow rose. “I’m willing,” she added.
When he’d brushed the hair from her face at the Almaz she’d seen nothing of how he did it; not like she could when other women used the same shadows (she could feel the use of that power now, as a matter of fact, but was currently paying it no mind, though the dark had proceeded to dig its little claws in the shadows beneath her neck; she could hear it hissing). He could not teach her that, but she would relish the opportunity to dance with him. She would be able to make the time. Another job had lined up, but the mark was overseas and her employers dithered over whether they should be collected or allowed to first return of their own volition. Well, this one was not a mark precisely. Another unruly Custody child; another easy job.
“Perhaps I might also teach you a thing or two.” She winked. There was levity to her tone, though in truth her own training had been brutal, crossing wires in her brain that would never be untangled. She would not wish that upon so bright as soul as his, besides which it was part of his allure. The dark light of the moon always chased the sun did it not? Almaz offered no real challenges; not like he might.