[ An idea so ill-advised that even his gestral best friend wouldn't join in. Hmm. This should probably be an obvious red flag, and it is, but...ah, well. It's some mix of the pleasant chemicals that so recently flooded her system combined with the fact that it does still sound fun that have her maintaining her easy grin, unbothered. ]
Well, I'm looking forward to joining the ranks of survivors. [ She chuckles. Really, the more unpleasant notion is going back out into the biting cold after all this, and she casts her discarded coat a momentarily look, sighing.
His comment on her tattoo, simple as it is, draws her back in. Sciel turns, lips pulling up again in a grateful smile. When Verso steps away to check the water, she follows the same path his finger had drawn with her own, thinking about the experience of having gotten the tattoo and first using the abilities that it afforded. It feels like...ages ago, though it really hasn't been very long, in the scheme of things.
Time's a funny thing, though, isn't it. The past stretches back an impossible distance one minute and feels incredibly recent the next. The difficult times drag on, the good ones disappear in a flash. And then, as always, tomorrow comes. ]
Merci. [ Sciel replies, hopping off the table to the basin. She dips her fingers in first -- not because she doesn't trust his judgment, but for the sheer, pleasant sensation of it -- before following with the washcloth, taking her time to wipe away the outward evidence of their tryst even as it lingers in her mind. ]
It was. [ She agrees, smile skewing sideways as she regards him. Neither of them has donned their uniforms again, of course, so she takes a moment to capture another mental snapshot as she dabs absently at her face. ] I really enjoyed myself, Verso. Glad you feel the same.
[ There's no way of knowing what the next day might bring, but this, at least, is good. A mote of warmth to hold on to when the nights are cold and the days are unkind.
And...if those nights or days produce another opportunity like this, she'll make sure to seize it. ]
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Well, I'm looking forward to joining the ranks of survivors. [ She chuckles. Really, the more unpleasant notion is going back out into the biting cold after all this, and she casts her discarded coat a momentarily look, sighing.
His comment on her tattoo, simple as it is, draws her back in. Sciel turns, lips pulling up again in a grateful smile. When Verso steps away to check the water, she follows the same path his finger had drawn with her own, thinking about the experience of having gotten the tattoo and first using the abilities that it afforded. It feels like...ages ago, though it really hasn't been very long, in the scheme of things.
Time's a funny thing, though, isn't it. The past stretches back an impossible distance one minute and feels incredibly recent the next. The difficult times drag on, the good ones disappear in a flash. And then, as always, tomorrow comes. ]
Merci. [ Sciel replies, hopping off the table to the basin. She dips her fingers in first -- not because she doesn't trust his judgment, but for the sheer, pleasant sensation of it -- before following with the washcloth, taking her time to wipe away the outward evidence of their tryst even as it lingers in her mind. ]
It was. [ She agrees, smile skewing sideways as she regards him. Neither of them has donned their uniforms again, of course, so she takes a moment to capture another mental snapshot as she dabs absently at her face. ] I really enjoyed myself, Verso. Glad you feel the same.
[ There's no way of knowing what the next day might bring, but this, at least, is good. A mote of warmth to hold on to when the nights are cold and the days are unkind.
And...if those nights or days produce another opportunity like this, she'll make sure to seize it. ]