[ Sciel hopes that this isn't the last of it, but hope is a tricky thing in their world. As she slowly draws herself up and begins to get dressed herself, she half-watches Lune. Takes in the way that the other woman's body language changes, how her expression changes, how the very air around her seems to button up as she does. ]
Me, join the expedition? [ She doesn't quite laugh, but she does crack a surprised smile as she pulls on her boots. ] I don't know, I'm...not sure I'm cut out for all that.
[ She's just a farmer, after all. And the expeditions...important as they are, they're also -- historically -- a death sentence. Sciel may be an orphan now with no siblings to speak of, but she likes her life. Isn't exactly looking for an out. ]
I'll think about it. [ Comes the light reply, but she does mean it. No reason not to keep the idea tucked away in the back of her mind for a rainy day, even if it might only end up being a road not traveled.
Once all her clothes are back on, she reaches for the discarded bottle and lifts it in a little toast directed toward the mage. ]
[Once Lune's dressed, everything buttoned and buckled just as it's supposed to be, as though she hasn't just had one of the best and most intense experiences of her life, she stands and starts towards the stairs.
When Sciel speaks again, she stops and glances quickly back. Fuck, Sciel is beautiful, and of course with that thought comes the temptation: stay. Kiss her. Ask her back to Lune's flat. Ask her to breakfast in the morning.]
Avec plaisir, [Lune says softly, very nearly smiling.
And then she turns and leaves, hurrying down the stairs, leaving Sciel to her bottle and the rest of her night, hoping that she's at least left her a little better than she was before. Halfway down, she pauses, her hand hovering over the railing, her foot stalled just above the next step. She wants to go back. She wants to go back so badly. And that's the danger of it, isn't it? If she wanted Sciel less, if Sciel were less spectacular, if it had just been a bit of fun, maybe she would go back.
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Me, join the expedition? [ She doesn't quite laugh, but she does crack a surprised smile as she pulls on her boots. ] I don't know, I'm...not sure I'm cut out for all that.
[ She's just a farmer, after all. And the expeditions...important as they are, they're also -- historically -- a death sentence. Sciel may be an orphan now with no siblings to speak of, but she likes her life. Isn't exactly looking for an out. ]
I'll think about it. [ Comes the light reply, but she does mean it. No reason not to keep the idea tucked away in the back of her mind for a rainy day, even if it might only end up being a road not traveled.
Once all her clothes are back on, she reaches for the discarded bottle and lifts it in a little toast directed toward the mage. ]
Until then -- to you...Lune. Merci beaucoup.
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When Sciel speaks again, she stops and glances quickly back. Fuck, Sciel is beautiful, and of course with that thought comes the temptation: stay. Kiss her. Ask her back to Lune's flat. Ask her to breakfast in the morning.]
Avec plaisir, [Lune says softly, very nearly smiling.
And then she turns and leaves, hurrying down the stairs, leaving Sciel to her bottle and the rest of her night, hoping that she's at least left her a little better than she was before. Halfway down, she pauses, her hand hovering over the railing, her foot stalled just above the next step. She wants to go back. She wants to go back so badly. And that's the danger of it, isn't it? If she wanted Sciel less, if Sciel were less spectacular, if it had just been a bit of fun, maybe she would go back.
In another life, perhaps.
She continues on home. She's got work to do.]