[Perhaps he has a point. Perhaps she ought to be glad that she'd been pulled away from the smoking wreckage of her life and dropped into this new one. Perhaps she and Harrow ought to be making a go of it, enjoying their new-found leisure-time, try living like the young women they were instead of the tools of destruction they'd been mercilessly shaped into. But how, precisely, does one do that? Fuck if she knows.
She's saved from having to tell him nah by the abrupt appearance of his sword, an appearance that has her eyes widening behind the smoked-glass lenses, mouth dropping open before she can school her face into something cool and neutral. Too late now, she's already gawking, so she guesses she may as well go on and breathe--]
That is one fancy-ass trick. Is that a Horizon thing, or a you thing?
[Her eyes move between him and his sword, before finally settling more fixedly on the blade. She draws in a shade closer, but like him before her, has too much respect for another person's weapon then to reach and touch it without asking. Like, who does that?? Rude.]
And that is hot.
[She motions with her chin to the sword, admiring the gleam of it, the balance she imagines must be there based on the way it rests in his hands. Not as big or brutal as she prefers, but there's no denying it's a beautiful blade.]
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She's saved from having to tell him nah by the abrupt appearance of his sword, an appearance that has her eyes widening behind the smoked-glass lenses, mouth dropping open before she can school her face into something cool and neutral. Too late now, she's already gawking, so she guesses she may as well go on and breathe--]
That is one fancy-ass trick. Is that a Horizon thing, or a you thing?
[Her eyes move between him and his sword, before finally settling more fixedly on the blade. She draws in a shade closer, but like him before her, has too much respect for another person's weapon then to reach and touch it without asking. Like, who does that?? Rude.]
And that is hot.
[She motions with her chin to the sword, admiring the gleam of it, the balance she imagines must be there based on the way it rests in his hands. Not as big or brutal as she prefers, but there's no denying it's a beautiful blade.]