The 8th Noble
The leather of the booth puffed up as they sat down, one woman in front of the other. Colette had eased up just a little but that didn't say much. She felt off, weird, as if something was being done to her against her will and she didn't know what to do. In truth there was even a small hint of fear mixed into it. She enjoyed self-control, she enjoyed being aware of her actions and what she was doing, and this was none of that.
"What's up?" She asked and began to shift in her seat. "I mean, I know what's up but do you know what's up?"
There was a little shift in her seat, a look out into the crowd beyond the booth. A vacant stare, a clear case of the thoughtsies before she turned back to look towards Lily again. Not so much at her, but towards her.
Eye contact felt difficult, the shame was all hers to own but she had no idea why just that it was.
Lily Decoria
"What's up?" She asked and began to shift in her seat. "I mean, I know what's up but do you know what's up?"
There was a little shift in her seat, a look out into the crowd beyond the booth. A vacant stare, a clear case of the thoughtsies before she turned back to look towards Lily again. Not so much at her, but towards her.
Eye contact felt difficult, the shame was all hers to own but she had no idea why just that it was.
