Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2018 21:04:01 GMT -6
LOVE IS FRESH / A FLOWER FLOODED WITH BLOOD
His retort amused Aerith, corner of her lips quirking upward in a brief moment. Though his rejection was clear, she found that she didn't quite mind it. Most people dismissed her; such was true. However, his sarcasm seemed vaguely familiar, enough to stir some sort of sentimentality within her. It felt less cruel, less forthright -- it was simply one jest given for another. Had a scene like this happened before? Her gaze, though unmoving, almost seemed to look past Caius and into a hidden realm where her memories lied hidden.
Ultimately, she dismissed the notion and fixed herself to the real world once more.
"Not like that!" Aerith corrected him, a finger pointing as if it would emphasize her point. It was not as if she had been offended by the consideration - rather, Aerith was more than accustomed to knowing the desperation of those attempting to procure money into their homes. Still, it was fine if she was a little offended, right? After all, it was rude to infer something like that of a lady! "I'm not that kind of girl."
When he asked her where she was headed, her smile thinned -- not quite out of tension, but rather hiding the mischief that would have been revealed otherwise. She had no intentions of causing trouble for anyone -- it was simply curiosity, if nothing else. Perhaps her smile seemed more chesire-like than she would have wanted. "Promise not to leave if I say?" Her finger came to rest upon her lips, almost as if she was to divulge a secret. Would it seem enticing? Like something hidden that was not meant to be told? In truth, it was nothing of that sort. But that hardly stopped Aerith from putting on a show of sorts.
"I want to go to the Dragoon's Tomb." Her voice remained unwavering, never lacking conviction. She spoke the truth as she peered into his eyes; she was looking for any signs of hesitation. Her hands clasped together in front of her chest, almost prayer-like, hoping that Caius would be the mercenary not to abandon her in her time of need. "Not deep into it. Just to visit. It's the light. It's like it's calling..."
Ultimately, she dismissed the notion and fixed herself to the real world once more.
"Not like that!" Aerith corrected him, a finger pointing as if it would emphasize her point. It was not as if she had been offended by the consideration - rather, Aerith was more than accustomed to knowing the desperation of those attempting to procure money into their homes. Still, it was fine if she was a little offended, right? After all, it was rude to infer something like that of a lady! "I'm not that kind of girl."
When he asked her where she was headed, her smile thinned -- not quite out of tension, but rather hiding the mischief that would have been revealed otherwise. She had no intentions of causing trouble for anyone -- it was simply curiosity, if nothing else. Perhaps her smile seemed more chesire-like than she would have wanted. "Promise not to leave if I say?" Her finger came to rest upon her lips, almost as if she was to divulge a secret. Would it seem enticing? Like something hidden that was not meant to be told? In truth, it was nothing of that sort. But that hardly stopped Aerith from putting on a show of sorts.
"I want to go to the Dragoon's Tomb." Her voice remained unwavering, never lacking conviction. She spoke the truth as she peered into his eyes; she was looking for any signs of hesitation. Her hands clasped together in front of her chest, almost prayer-like, hoping that Caius would be the mercenary not to abandon her in her time of need. "Not deep into it. Just to visit. It's the light. It's like it's calling..."
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