10-27-2019, 11:24 PM
Nhysa had her back to most of the crowd. She felt the approach from behind, but there was a different sense when someone crept; one that triggered in a primal way, something long and brutally engrained. He was wiser than that, and Nhysa reacted as any normal person might (so she supposed), which was to say she smiled like the first caress of moonlight when her eyes caught on him. Li leaned to kiss her cheek and she inhaled the clean scent of him, better than any drug. Her gaze brushed him up and down with open appreciation as he retreated, twin to the sentiment he voiced, and only regretfully tugged to the revelry beyond.
She’d travelled extensively, wherever the Custody had dictated, and sometimes the opportunity for exploration presented itself beyond the job. She’d had no childhood to speak of though; not the sort she now knew would be considered conventional, and it left in her a whimsy for simple pleasures. Or perhaps it was simply her understanding and acceptance that life could be short.
“Local Yakuza. See the pavillion? Keeping the little people happy, I suppose.” Some faces she knew, and there was more than Yakuza there. The security detail was high too, slipping unseen between the patrons, but he would notice that for himself. Perhaps there were dealings tonight, but she neither knew nor cared what the Custody chose not to see. A low laugh followed, and she leaned to run her fingers against his collar, like perhaps it needed straightening. “Politics.” She shrugged a shoulder as her hand fell, gesturing the taiyaki. Possibly it was no longer clearly a fish, now part of its head was missing. “Would you like to try some?”
She’d travelled extensively, wherever the Custody had dictated, and sometimes the opportunity for exploration presented itself beyond the job. She’d had no childhood to speak of though; not the sort she now knew would be considered conventional, and it left in her a whimsy for simple pleasures. Or perhaps it was simply her understanding and acceptance that life could be short.
“Local Yakuza. See the pavillion? Keeping the little people happy, I suppose.” Some faces she knew, and there was more than Yakuza there. The security detail was high too, slipping unseen between the patrons, but he would notice that for himself. Perhaps there were dealings tonight, but she neither knew nor cared what the Custody chose not to see. A low laugh followed, and she leaned to run her fingers against his collar, like perhaps it needed straightening. “Politics.” She shrugged a shoulder as her hand fell, gesturing the taiyaki. Possibly it was no longer clearly a fish, now part of its head was missing. “Would you like to try some?”