[open] did I build this ship to wreck

[Tiasa]

Tiasa has always believed she was made to be observed, to be admired. She is not sure if there is any actual admiration in the way those vivid eyes travel across her body, taking in every bit of it, but she appreciates it nonetheless. Her turquoise and pink gaze remains intent on watching the way his eyes move until finally they focus back on her face where they will find a small grin waiting for him. And though she is curious about how his opinion of her mother might change with his moods, she does not care enough to ask since he does not offer to elaborate. Or maybe she is interested, but just wants to delay using her voice again for a moment longer. It will get better with use, she’s sure, and her obsession with either perfection or nothing had gotten her into this particularly strange moment in her life where she had lived a dozen years with no experience to show for it. As for where she had been hiding? “Anywhere and everywhere that I could.” There had been a few favourite haunts over the years, but they all gradually changed. Either she did not get enough attention while lingering there, or she got too much. The rasp in her voice eases a little as she continues, her bright, tropical gaze fixed on him. “It never interested me much, interacting and all that comes with it.” Particularly not when it was required to be a give-and-take and she couldn't just take what she wanted and be done with the whole thing. tiasa

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