7 hours ago
The occult did not particularly entice her, but Lore was the type to try anything once. She was still looking bewildered, but also vaguely interested in the novelty. Not of a venture that arcanely compelled honesty – she was honest, too much sometimes; she had been told so on more than one occasion – but of the simple pleasure in being included in the social excursion. She sat back in her seat, and sipped her coffee while Ezvin thumbed his wallet. And she would certainly never judge anyone’s dancing, but she did judge his offering of Hex before even checking if the place would be accessible to them. Not that it was a condemning sort of judgement. Just a faint smile and narrowing of her eyes.
She had only just met Cadence, but neither Hex or the carnival immediately sounded like the sort of thing that would hold appeal for her. However she was also fairly certain Ezvin could have suggested anything and Cadence would have found the merit in it. Lore understood the whirlwind of that kind of pull – she had always felt it around Damien, and it could be quite dizzying. Men who promised excitement on one hand and safety on the other were not always a good thing. Not that it was remotely Lore’s business. Given everything Cadence had shared during their conversation, she imagined the change Ezvin intimated he saw in her was quite a sweet thing.
“I’ll pass on the “erotic” candy floss,” she repeated with a grimace that edged on a confusion she certainly didn’t want explained to her. It sounded sticky and unpleasant, and carnivals didn’t strike her as strictly clean places either. She peered at the wash of neon and noise emanating from the videos on Ezvin’s wallet, and did not otherwise appear dissuaded. “So what time are we meeting?”
She had only just met Cadence, but neither Hex or the carnival immediately sounded like the sort of thing that would hold appeal for her. However she was also fairly certain Ezvin could have suggested anything and Cadence would have found the merit in it. Lore understood the whirlwind of that kind of pull – she had always felt it around Damien, and it could be quite dizzying. Men who promised excitement on one hand and safety on the other were not always a good thing. Not that it was remotely Lore’s business. Given everything Cadence had shared during their conversation, she imagined the change Ezvin intimated he saw in her was quite a sweet thing.
“I’ll pass on the “erotic” candy floss,” she repeated with a grimace that edged on a confusion she certainly didn’t want explained to her. It sounded sticky and unpleasant, and carnivals didn’t strike her as strictly clean places either. She peered at the wash of neon and noise emanating from the videos on Ezvin’s wallet, and did not otherwise appear dissuaded. “So what time are we meeting?”