[What a shame, she thinks, if she knew. He was a good one- at least, by her rather physically focused standards. No fuss, no complicated emotions, just desire and momentary connection and mutual effort, venting out stress, unwinding from the wire, sating a tanuki's libido, or simply indulging in lazy pleasure. She will say it more, if it pleases him and makes his smile curve that way.
Just because she did not love her lovers, not the same way she had devoted her heart to the one whose shard Yima had formed from the soul she guarded, did not mean she did not feel affection for them, even for mortals destined to die in the blink of an eye and a few meager decades. (Though, there was something about Amos... a strange sensation like a clock hand stuck, stuttering, clicking-)]
Oh, are you now?
[She reacts to the news as if he had just announced that it was cold, and it was now her turn to question if he might not then need a scarf. Though... It seemed she was supposed to be the scarf. But... she does not turn her gaze away to the flower taking shape on his chest, not for a moment. He is focused, after all... and that certainly is one way to attempt to restore balance within the factions. There is a moment that she seems to consider it... before she answers with a simple,]
I could.
[Will she is not yet inked as pact, not quite yet, but yes, she could. Her gaze returns to the flower, the needles to his skin, but she continues on in the same casual tone that might confuse anyone else who heard such a serious talk happening. Not that they should, in this soundproofed room, with the wards she had put on the insides of it when no one was looking.]
The one time we spoke, I asked for the names of the tattoo artists he uses in Springstar, and to be honest... I had been shadowing them hoping he might book an appointment.
[Getting her hands on the flesh of a Tribune... Now that had seemed a tantalizing opportunity to spread her reputation. But he had not. Some members of the Heliopolis guard, some staff, though... They had. They were the trusted artists of Cyrus, after all. They came highly recommended.]
I could easily impersonate a Springstar citizen... But if you wish for me to learn his comings and goings more intimately... It will need to be someone who won't be questioned or suspect at his side.
[She gently wipes her fingers over his muscles, moving a slight stain of blood out of the way from her needle so that she can complete the line of that petal and move on to another.]
So it will require someone be replaced. I assume that is not a problem?
[If he plans to assassinate a man, she doubts he will draw the line at kidnapping and interrogation, potentially murder as disposal. But, she asks.]
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Just because she did not love her lovers, not the same way she had devoted her heart to the one whose shard Yima had formed from the soul she guarded, did not mean she did not feel affection for them, even for mortals destined to die in the blink of an eye and a few meager decades. (Though, there was something about Amos... a strange sensation like a clock hand stuck, stuttering, clicking-)]
Oh, are you now?
[She reacts to the news as if he had just announced that it was cold, and it was now her turn to question if he might not then need a scarf. Though... It seemed she was supposed to be the scarf. But... she does not turn her gaze away to the flower taking shape on his chest, not for a moment. He is focused, after all... and that certainly is one way to attempt to restore balance within the factions. There is a moment that she seems to consider it... before she answers with a simple,]
I could.
[Will she is not yet inked as pact, not quite yet, but yes, she could. Her gaze returns to the flower, the needles to his skin, but she continues on in the same casual tone that might confuse anyone else who heard such a serious talk happening. Not that they should, in this soundproofed room, with the wards she had put on the insides of it when no one was looking.]
The one time we spoke, I asked for the names of the tattoo artists he uses in Springstar, and to be honest... I had been shadowing them hoping he might book an appointment.
[Getting her hands on the flesh of a Tribune... Now that had seemed a tantalizing opportunity to spread her reputation. But he had not. Some members of the Heliopolis guard, some staff, though... They had. They were the trusted artists of Cyrus, after all. They came highly recommended.]
I could easily impersonate a Springstar citizen... But if you wish for me to learn his comings and goings more intimately... It will need to be someone who won't be questioned or suspect at his side.
[She gently wipes her fingers over his muscles, moving a slight stain of blood out of the way from her needle so that she can complete the line of that petal and move on to another.]
So it will require someone be replaced. I assume that is not a problem?
[If he plans to assassinate a man, she doubts he will draw the line at kidnapping and interrogation, potentially murder as disposal. But, she asks.]