05-29-2020, 12:02 PM
Zhenya smiled at his enchantment of the swirling lights as they misted ethereally from his questing touch. She would have liked to see more of his own capabilities, but it was only impatience, and for now she did not mind the tease of the chase. Seven’s spark at their banter of wits suggested she would not be disappointed there either.
After a flourish their dance ended. He offered a hand, but she wrapped herself delicately around his arm instead. Even Eph did not escape her naturally affectionate manner, and she did not expect Seven would mind. If they were to work together on the mysteries of the power, he would discover she did not stand much for ceremony, particularly amongst those she was fond of.
To the bargain she agreed easily, but added her own mischievous amendment as she glanced up at him, a smile on her lips. “I think I will surprise you, instead.”
Behind them the lights shimmered and began to fade seamlessly into the bar’s more mundane efforts. She had been showing off, and the point was made, but she could not bear the lack of artistry in simply cutting the weave so abruptly. The intoxicating lull of the seidr slipped slowly away as the last glittering remnants dissolved.
When they returned, Ephraim’s legs were propped on the table, his latest drink held aloft in the slim fingers of one hand while the other pressed his index finger against his lips. He smirked up at them, amused. “You know, watching beautiful people together makes me quite sick.”
Zhenya only laughed as she slipped herself free of Seven, the sweep of her glance encompassing both men with a faint smile. She was not ignorant of more tactful motivations for the dancing, much as she had enjoyed the diversion of it, and she was inclined to allow them the space for their own discussions free of her presence. The Apex Lounge boasted excellent table service, of course, and the bar at its heart was mostly clear of patrons, who were typically ensconced in their own private groupings. As the hour wore on, the place had grown busy. Not that she would normally offer up her services as a waitress, but she had promised the pick of Seven’s drink to be a surprise.
After a flourish their dance ended. He offered a hand, but she wrapped herself delicately around his arm instead. Even Eph did not escape her naturally affectionate manner, and she did not expect Seven would mind. If they were to work together on the mysteries of the power, he would discover she did not stand much for ceremony, particularly amongst those she was fond of.
To the bargain she agreed easily, but added her own mischievous amendment as she glanced up at him, a smile on her lips. “I think I will surprise you, instead.”
Behind them the lights shimmered and began to fade seamlessly into the bar’s more mundane efforts. She had been showing off, and the point was made, but she could not bear the lack of artistry in simply cutting the weave so abruptly. The intoxicating lull of the seidr slipped slowly away as the last glittering remnants dissolved.
When they returned, Ephraim’s legs were propped on the table, his latest drink held aloft in the slim fingers of one hand while the other pressed his index finger against his lips. He smirked up at them, amused. “You know, watching beautiful people together makes me quite sick.”
Zhenya only laughed as she slipped herself free of Seven, the sweep of her glance encompassing both men with a faint smile. She was not ignorant of more tactful motivations for the dancing, much as she had enjoyed the diversion of it, and she was inclined to allow them the space for their own discussions free of her presence. The Apex Lounge boasted excellent table service, of course, and the bar at its heart was mostly clear of patrons, who were typically ensconced in their own private groupings. As the hour wore on, the place had grown busy. Not that she would normally offer up her services as a waitress, but she had promised the pick of Seven’s drink to be a surprise.