[The "one week" comment earns a little wink over her shoulder. She will be holding him to it- or, more likely, she was going to just show up one night around about that time in her typical, rather whimsical fashion. Only this, only her ink work merited a certain amount of planning and routine. The rest...
She hums along with his words as she begins selecting the poking needles she wants to start with, a smaller, narrower set that would do well for outlining. Perhaps the hardest step, where most artists feared to make a mistake... But she wouldn't. She's been doing this for centuries... and she was tracing what she「saw」anyway. Easy.]
I suppose that makes sense... It seems you got up to quite a bit after we were so rudely parted.
[She had investigated all of the papers, lent her ear to quite a bit of gossip in the aftermath of the labyrinth. Even though Zenith had lost... Amos had distinguished himself with his efforts, and his reputation seemed largely intact. Hers, however...]
Though I shouldn't find my own predicament very surprising. There's just something about shapeshifting that makes people think you can't be trusted...
[And gee, why would that be? She gives a little sigh, twirling her needle in her fingers as she selects the inks, pours what she needs, arranges it bedside... and then begins to crawl up onto the bed over him with a teasing little "here I come~", sitting in a straddle over his stomach and getting comfortable, beginning to cleanse the skin on his chest around his Shard to prep his flesh. But as she does so...]
- You haven't asked me about it.
[What she was. Why she had the powers she did. Why she had shown up in the form she had to see him. If that was her natural form or not. What her powers could actually do. He hadn't asked anything at all... and she's curious. It could be because they were parted rather quickly and he hadn't had the time... But she thinks its not that. That it might be something more amusing, like the nature of a man on which she could see the flower of that woman opening its petals to bloom.]
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She hums along with his words as she begins selecting the poking needles she wants to start with, a smaller, narrower set that would do well for outlining. Perhaps the hardest step, where most artists feared to make a mistake... But she wouldn't. She's been doing this for centuries... and she was tracing what she「saw」anyway. Easy.]
I suppose that makes sense... It seems you got up to quite a bit after we were so rudely parted.
[She had investigated all of the papers, lent her ear to quite a bit of gossip in the aftermath of the labyrinth. Even though Zenith had lost... Amos had distinguished himself with his efforts, and his reputation seemed largely intact. Hers, however...]
Though I shouldn't find my own predicament very surprising. There's just something about shapeshifting that makes people think you can't be trusted...
[And gee, why would that be? She gives a little sigh, twirling her needle in her fingers as she selects the inks, pours what she needs, arranges it bedside... and then begins to crawl up onto the bed over him with a teasing little "here I come~", sitting in a straddle over his stomach and getting comfortable, beginning to cleanse the skin on his chest around his Shard to prep his flesh. But as she does so...]
- You haven't asked me about it.
[What she was. Why she had the powers she did. Why she had shown up in the form she had to see him. If that was her natural form or not. What her powers could actually do. He hadn't asked anything at all... and she's curious. It could be because they were parted rather quickly and he hadn't had the time... But she thinks its not that. That it might be something more amusing, like the nature of a man on which she could see the flower of that woman opening its petals to bloom.]