05-04-2023, 08:37 PM
"Cin did ú- stutter." It was there, albeit slightly broken and much more slowly forthcoming than his prior snide remarks and sharply cut whit. It was enough proof for her, and one that made her relax slightly, a lilting beam settling across her expression as she laughed slightly. "Hi na- easui na nin." Indeed, the accent did not interfere with the speech and the words felt fluent and as if her tongue had been crafted to them. Confidence wielded for one of the first times while speaking. "I vess osvoi'r rnioq seqi duer mav." She would return his tease, eyes closing as her expression only flourished in unfettered mirth.
However, it was short lived as he also turned more serious and his admittance came. Her brow furrowed, and one hand unwound from where it cradled her own arm to perch under her chin to regard him.
He, however, did not elaborate.
She felt.... let down. The scrutiny of her gaze would dwindle from him as he made it apparent he would offer her nothing else on the matter. Perhaps it was simply because he didn't particularly find it important. After all, it wasn't his memories that were left drifting upon the tides of what felt to be an impossibly large sea. She merely walked the sands of the beach, collecting what fragments she could, and if she spoke of them, she was sent to have them taken. Maybe he would alert their mother, and she was beginning to wonder if it was even worth resisting with the brittle insistence she had to cling to them. Already they had been stripped away from her so many times that she felt they no longer truly belonged to her any ways. What did it matter?
In spite of her crestfallen heart ache, she would turn her attention away from the parasitic feeling eating her alive. If she focused on it for any elongated period of time, she would certainly spiral, withdraw. It would do little to appease the new vow she had made. "Do you intend to wear it for him?" She would give him a droll, albeit slightly flushed stare. If he knew anything of the interactions she had with the family, he would know that she went to great lengths to avoid the man - even more so in recent days since her return had been met with such severe animosity. Likewise, she wanted to do nothing to draw the brute's attention either.
"Oh, I see. You want to wear it for me then?" Exasperated gaze was given to him as her cheeks flushed further. She put the garment back into its resting place upon the rack before turning her back to him. "I suppose but it looked a little... big for you." He added, but she had put the entirety of her attention strictly on riffling through the fabrics presented. Until her focus would hinge upon a plum and gold garment. The sleeves hung suspended from encrusted lines of gilded straps - light and airy, rather sheer in comparison. The bottom piece matched its design, a silken material that split freely along the legs, a far cry from the suffocating and caging gowns she had been forced into in recent days. "I like th-this one." She offered, lifting it from the display. The corners of her lips would lift as her sights settled upon the shop keep. The woman, however, beheld her with something deeper than the previous suspicion. Something that had a slight nervous grin spreading across her lips. "I-I will buy this."
However, it was short lived as he also turned more serious and his admittance came. Her brow furrowed, and one hand unwound from where it cradled her own arm to perch under her chin to regard him.
He, however, did not elaborate.
She felt.... let down. The scrutiny of her gaze would dwindle from him as he made it apparent he would offer her nothing else on the matter. Perhaps it was simply because he didn't particularly find it important. After all, it wasn't his memories that were left drifting upon the tides of what felt to be an impossibly large sea. She merely walked the sands of the beach, collecting what fragments she could, and if she spoke of them, she was sent to have them taken. Maybe he would alert their mother, and she was beginning to wonder if it was even worth resisting with the brittle insistence she had to cling to them. Already they had been stripped away from her so many times that she felt they no longer truly belonged to her any ways. What did it matter?
In spite of her crestfallen heart ache, she would turn her attention away from the parasitic feeling eating her alive. If she focused on it for any elongated period of time, she would certainly spiral, withdraw. It would do little to appease the new vow she had made. "Do you intend to wear it for him?" She would give him a droll, albeit slightly flushed stare. If he knew anything of the interactions she had with the family, he would know that she went to great lengths to avoid the man - even more so in recent days since her return had been met with such severe animosity. Likewise, she wanted to do nothing to draw the brute's attention either.
"Oh, I see. You want to wear it for me then?" Exasperated gaze was given to him as her cheeks flushed further. She put the garment back into its resting place upon the rack before turning her back to him. "I suppose but it looked a little... big for you." He added, but she had put the entirety of her attention strictly on riffling through the fabrics presented. Until her focus would hinge upon a plum and gold garment. The sleeves hung suspended from encrusted lines of gilded straps - light and airy, rather sheer in comparison. The bottom piece matched its design, a silken material that split freely along the legs, a far cry from the suffocating and caging gowns she had been forced into in recent days. "I like th-this one." She offered, lifting it from the display. The corners of her lips would lift as her sights settled upon the shop keep. The woman, however, beheld her with something deeper than the previous suspicion. Something that had a slight nervous grin spreading across her lips. "I-I will buy this."
what she settled on