04-11-2025, 06:43 PM
While Roza was busy scoping the bar, Esper was contemplating the glamorous concoction of her drink and blocking out all the various emotions of those around them. Blonde hair brushed her bare shoulders, her eyes sultry and lips bitten red. The pair always garnered attention when they went out like this, and they never needed to pay their own way. They didn’t need Esper’s gifts for that.
Her mood had mellowed somewhat since the Ashton incident, the sting no longer quite so sharp even when she examined the memory over in her mind. Their focus on finding a new home for themselves helped – a control they could take over their own lives, to forge what future they chose. Moscow was a feast. But since she had vehemently opposed Roza’s choice of Voxel, Esper magnanimously let the other girl have free reign over their next game of choice. Truthfully Esper had no preferences with gender, and her attractions were nearly always siphoned through the filter of Roza. Voxel had been something of an anomaly insofar as their disagreement over him. Though Esper blamed the idea of a baby for that.
“A swimming pool would be nice, don’t you think?” she murmured as she pressed the cocktail to her lips. Her other hand rested on Roza's thigh, tracing a light pattern with her fingertips.
Her mood had mellowed somewhat since the Ashton incident, the sting no longer quite so sharp even when she examined the memory over in her mind. Their focus on finding a new home for themselves helped – a control they could take over their own lives, to forge what future they chose. Moscow was a feast. But since she had vehemently opposed Roza’s choice of Voxel, Esper magnanimously let the other girl have free reign over their next game of choice. Truthfully Esper had no preferences with gender, and her attractions were nearly always siphoned through the filter of Roza. Voxel had been something of an anomaly insofar as their disagreement over him. Though Esper blamed the idea of a baby for that.
“A swimming pool would be nice, don’t you think?” she murmured as she pressed the cocktail to her lips. Her other hand rested on Roza's thigh, tracing a light pattern with her fingertips.