[ the sound of his voice makes her posture straighten in recognition before she turns to look over her shoulder, her steady stare finding him as he approaches her. finally, she rises from the bench to meet him. the cross he gave her sways at her neck as she moves, catching the light. ]
Kirei.
[ she greets him simply, giving him an almost curious once-over. it's unusual for her, to seem him dressed this way-- not unpleasant, but different. if she'd had a stronger sense of what constituted style or human aesthetics, maybe she would have been self-conscious of her own casual, bloodied clothes.
when she goes on, the words are slightly detached, the phrase nascent on the tip of her tongue as her lips form the syllables for the first time: ]
no subject
Kirei.
[ she greets him simply, giving him an almost curious once-over. it's unusual for her, to seem him dressed this way-- not unpleasant, but different. if she'd had a stronger sense of what constituted style or human aesthetics, maybe she would have been self-conscious of her own casual, bloodied clothes.
when she goes on, the words are slightly detached, the phrase nascent on the tip of her tongue as her lips form the syllables for the first time: ]
Happy Valentine's Day.