03-06-2022, 01:10 AM
Had Maurtia’s tail been easier to manage, she might have flicked it or wagged it in her satisfaction. She’s half expecting him to just combust right there, that’s how tense he looks - as though his next breath might just be a little too much pressure and she’ll be covered in chunks of a very pretty blue.
He honestly might be easier to deal with if he were dead - and it would be incredibly entertaining for him to discover that there was no relief from her even in death. Entertaining for her, anyway. She was just as capable of annoying ghosts as she was the living.
He doesn’t explode, though. He gets one sharp word out and then through the rain she gets to watch as he gets his temper under control and asks for her help. And gives her the opportunity to ask her own questions in exchange.
Maurtia feels like she doesn’t get to win very often with her sisters - or at least it is not nearly as satisfying as what she feels right now as she cheerfully replies “Of course.” She won’t lie that she hopes some part of him gets annoyed that she is so ready to accept. As if all that unpleasantness could have been avoided so easily.
“I’m Maurtia, since you haven't gotten around to asking yet. But you can keep being a brooding, mysterious stranger if you’d like. It’s a good look on you.” Look at her - completely and utterly benevolent. So kind and accommodating.
Not accommodating enough to walk towards him, though - and instead, she gestures for him to join her. The flash of her grin through the rain makes it obvious she’s doing this intentionally. “Well? Come along, there’s a lot to see.” She considers her own words for a moment before looking up into the rain, squinting at it as the water continues to run in rivulets across her pearlescent skin. “Unless you'd rather wait for the rain to stop.” This last part, at least, isn't a jab but a genuine offer - she doesn't mind it much, though the rain here is colder than she is used to in Ischia. And though he looks rather aquatic - and despite all her teasing - she doesn't actually want to bother him enough to make him leave.
He honestly might be easier to deal with if he were dead - and it would be incredibly entertaining for him to discover that there was no relief from her even in death. Entertaining for her, anyway. She was just as capable of annoying ghosts as she was the living.
He doesn’t explode, though. He gets one sharp word out and then through the rain she gets to watch as he gets his temper under control and asks for her help. And gives her the opportunity to ask her own questions in exchange.
Maurtia feels like she doesn’t get to win very often with her sisters - or at least it is not nearly as satisfying as what she feels right now as she cheerfully replies “Of course.” She won’t lie that she hopes some part of him gets annoyed that she is so ready to accept. As if all that unpleasantness could have been avoided so easily.
“I’m Maurtia, since you haven't gotten around to asking yet. But you can keep being a brooding, mysterious stranger if you’d like. It’s a good look on you.” Look at her - completely and utterly benevolent. So kind and accommodating.
Not accommodating enough to walk towards him, though - and instead, she gestures for him to join her. The flash of her grin through the rain makes it obvious she’s doing this intentionally. “Well? Come along, there’s a lot to see.” She considers her own words for a moment before looking up into the rain, squinting at it as the water continues to run in rivulets across her pearlescent skin. “Unless you'd rather wait for the rain to stop.” This last part, at least, isn't a jab but a genuine offer - she doesn't mind it much, though the rain here is colder than she is used to in Ischia. And though he looks rather aquatic - and despite all her teasing - she doesn't actually want to bother him enough to make him leave.
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