yelan is facing the screens when the door to the security room opens, leaning forward on an elbow and that hand curled at her chin, eyes scanning the feeds. some of them show outside of the ship, while the majority are inside - and she keeps sideeyeing the fleshy escape pod bay that blade and shu are going to give her a headache in later today. nothing on the screen changes, she's just keeping a close eye on it in case it does.
she saw blade coming down the hall and to the door, so she doesn't react to him being there right away. just stirs her tea absently with the other hand before she takes a drink.
her emotions are immediately alert, an electrc current, though, acknowledging him in another way. ]
Blade's lips curl upwards in that sharp, but amused way, patented just for her. His red eyes first looking at her, but then darting to land on the screens showcased right before them.
Nothing apparent or concerning; though his attention on those is only momentary, more focused on her afterwards. ]
Is someone that excited to see me? Should I be...flattered?
[ Blade strides forward, even further in to close the distance so that he's standing close to her, lips curled upwards, as if promising to be nothing less than the usual. Movements in almost a complete mimicry of the way when he breezed into the simulation room where they first spoke 'in confidence'. She can feel a sense of warped amusement, twisted satisfaction, and heightened attentiveness. ]
Please don't flatter yourself, I don't want to lose my lunch.
[ slowly, she lolls her head to look at him, rather than getting up. there's another placid sip of tea - something strong smelling, likely just as strong on the tongue - that she then slowly puts back onto her cup warmer before going back to her screens for a moment. people coming and going, activity in the mess hall and food court as always.
but yelan takes note of his emotions roiling off of him, and the same steel under water is present with hers along with that alertness. this time, however, it's not as muffled - not as clouded. it's right there, even if she keeps some of it concealed beneath the surface as she continues her work for a bit longer.
there's the electric current, the typical patronizing twist her smile takes now in her emotions, but also the gambler's thrill and something else. not affection, because archons know that's the exact opposite - but the delight one gets from a good fight, an adrenaline rush.
well, at least whatever their fucked up relationship it's mutual. ]
What a pity that would be. However would you be able to do your work in such a terrible state?
[ Blade watches her glance back at the screens, images still as they were when he last looked. Probably just the same when she did as well.
He concludes that the tea might have something in it to help boost some form of alertness. Perhaps prudent, and not just because being caffeinated keeps one awake to fit in extra hours of work. Blade isn't exactly the most subtle person either, though, so even if he certainly knows how to push down his own emotions, he doesn't bother. He lets them flow, though he can't quite predict his own thoughts, Blade doesn't seek to try to obscure those from Yelan either.
Such as: "As always, you know well to never conceal that steel. But I wonder what vulnerabilities you dare hide in my presence?" ]
I have. It's just as sickeningly sweet as you might imagine it is.
So perfect, yet suffocatingly coddling. As if deliberate to hide the rot inside. You can witness it all, watch those insects walk around mindless, so eager to please...but, would you find that sort of thoughtlessness to your liking?
[ His hand lightly runs along the top surface of the desk, fingers seeking to see if he catch a hold of the hand nearby the tea. ]
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yelan is facing the screens when the door to the security room opens, leaning forward on an elbow and that hand curled at her chin, eyes scanning the feeds. some of them show outside of the ship, while the majority are inside - and she keeps sideeyeing the fleshy escape pod bay that blade and shu are going to give her a headache in later today. nothing on the screen changes, she's just keeping a close eye on it in case it does.
she saw blade coming down the hall and to the door, so she doesn't react to him being there right away. just stirs her tea absently with the other hand before she takes a drink.
her emotions are immediately alert, an electrc current, though, acknowledging him in another way. ]
Look who's here.
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Blade's lips curl upwards in that sharp, but amused way, patented just for her. His red eyes first looking at her, but then darting to land on the screens showcased right before them.
Nothing apparent or concerning; though his attention on those is only momentary, more focused on her afterwards. ]
Is someone that excited to see me? Should I be...flattered?
[ Blade strides forward, even further in to close the distance so that he's standing close to her, lips curled upwards, as if promising to be nothing less than the usual. Movements in almost a complete mimicry of the way when he breezed into the simulation room where they first spoke 'in confidence'. She can feel a sense of warped amusement, twisted satisfaction, and heightened attentiveness. ]
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[ slowly, she lolls her head to look at him, rather than getting up. there's another placid sip of tea - something strong smelling, likely just as strong on the tongue - that she then slowly puts back onto her cup warmer before going back to her screens for a moment. people coming and going, activity in the mess hall and food court as always.
but yelan takes note of his emotions roiling off of him, and the same steel under water is present with hers along with that alertness. this time, however, it's not as muffled - not as clouded. it's right there, even if she keeps some of it concealed beneath the surface as she continues her work for a bit longer.
there's the electric current, the typical patronizing twist her smile takes now in her emotions, but also the gambler's thrill and something else. not affection, because archons know that's the exact opposite - but the delight one gets from a good fight, an adrenaline rush.
well, at least whatever their fucked up relationship it's mutual. ]
Have you gone planetside yet?
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[ Blade watches her glance back at the screens, images still as they were when he last looked. Probably just the same when she did as well.
He concludes that the tea might have something in it to help boost some form of alertness. Perhaps prudent, and not just because being caffeinated keeps one awake to fit in extra hours of work. Blade isn't exactly the most subtle person either, though, so even if he certainly knows how to push down his own emotions, he doesn't bother. He lets them flow, though he can't quite predict his own thoughts, Blade doesn't seek to try to obscure those from Yelan either.
Such as: "As always, you know well to never conceal that steel. But I wonder what vulnerabilities you dare hide in my presence?" ]
I have. It's just as sickeningly sweet as you might imagine it is.
So perfect, yet suffocatingly coddling. As if deliberate to hide the rot inside. You can witness it all, watch those insects walk around mindless, so eager to please...but, would you find that sort of thoughtlessness to your liking?
[ His hand lightly runs along the top surface of the desk, fingers seeking to see if he catch a hold of the hand nearby the tea. ]