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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[ 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. ]