[open] Nowhere to go, nowhere to be; Any

[Bardot]

Bardot

I know what sin is

He knows this land, easily maneuvering across the uneven landscape without blinking an eye. She, however, is not so familiar and so her steps are more uncertain. Glancing down often enough to make sure she isn’t walking where she shouldn’t be, her ears remain swiveled towards her guide. When she does look at him, finding that wicked gleam and impish smile, it reminds her so much of her brother that she is suddenly torn between wanting to laugh or cry. Her own gaze shifts from him to those cliffs in the distance, letting the emotion rise and fall until she can dispel it along the chilly moors. Only then does she look back at him, the coyness returning to her smile. “Not today.” She says pleasantly. “Besides, I think my intentions are rather clear.” Giving a slight shrug as they move, there is a gleam in her own golden eyes when she looks ahead to find the path. “But the rumors are magnificent.” She murmurs and doesn’t doubt he hears it. It’s not hard to see that Nerine does, in fact, offer many amazing views and for awhile she allows herself to be caught up in the blooming heather and what she thinks are sheep in the distance. Strange sheep that look like rocks. Something to explore further at another time. Out of nowhere, she finds his face and says with a faint smile and a tone mixed in approval and nostalgia, “I see now why my brother was fond of you.”

They may call me a sinner, but I am at peace with myself;

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