Lynnori Cruz
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Bastion, Kole Harper & Lynnori Cruz's Apartment Building, The Rooftops, Evening
Tears In Rain | Interacting with [member="Kole Harper"] ~ The Anchor ~ "Let those fools be loud, let alarms ring out."
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Satisfied that some compromise, some common ground was reached, it was terribly easy for Lyn to let loose her own easy laugh, the jacket guarding some of them against the rain and failing to cover the others, her new hair already slick with the downpour, "Kole!"
It wasn't born of anger. Joy, instead, arms on his shoulders, keeping herself steady in his grip in the event things got slippery, "You're a bastard." She mused half to herself, tresses of her-now dark hair sticking to her face and the leather of his coat. But those eyes were full of nothing but affection, the hostility of before wiped away in an instant. And with it came a melodramatic sigh, a rainsoaked hand on his face, "We'll catch a cold-- You will. You will." That sort of subtle, yet incorrect correction was just a bitter reminder of how some things wouldn't affect her anymore. Would she get sick like a normal person? Or just experience the discomfort of the elements in a vacuum?
"And I'm frozen to the bone." Not wholly true, considering the bulk of his jacket provided suitable warmth, but considering everything northward of her neck felt like she'd just dunked her head in a bucket of ice water. Old tears blended to new rain, washed away like a stream, and she finally smiled again.
Tears In Rain | Interacting with [member="Kole Harper"] ~ The Anchor ~ "Let those fools be loud, let alarms ring out."
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Satisfied that some compromise, some common ground was reached, it was terribly easy for Lyn to let loose her own easy laugh, the jacket guarding some of them against the rain and failing to cover the others, her new hair already slick with the downpour, "Kole!"
It wasn't born of anger. Joy, instead, arms on his shoulders, keeping herself steady in his grip in the event things got slippery, "You're a bastard." She mused half to herself, tresses of her-now dark hair sticking to her face and the leather of his coat. But those eyes were full of nothing but affection, the hostility of before wiped away in an instant. And with it came a melodramatic sigh, a rainsoaked hand on his face, "We'll catch a cold-- You will. You will." That sort of subtle, yet incorrect correction was just a bitter reminder of how some things wouldn't affect her anymore. Would she get sick like a normal person? Or just experience the discomfort of the elements in a vacuum?
"And I'm frozen to the bone." Not wholly true, considering the bulk of his jacket provided suitable warmth, but considering everything northward of her neck felt like she'd just dunked her head in a bucket of ice water. Old tears blended to new rain, washed away like a stream, and she finally smiled again.