Was she supposed to cry? Scream? Run away? Even if she had known who he really was, she wouldn't have had those reactions. Maybe it was confidence, maybe it was arrogance, but she was enormously self-contained.
She watched him carefully, though. Her phasing was unpredictable, she didn't know what her fire or lightning or ice could do, so she was reluctant to deploy them.
"A Pthumerian. You're not in luck, you missed Argonaut's month. Argonaut is kind, he just wants us to be happy and hopeful. The rest? Them, I have yet to decide on. Other than the Moss King, he's just a prick."
All she could think of were those ancient vampire holos where the bite was as intense as sex. The time in that one vampire movie where Dracula had transformed himself into mist and the filmmaker spared no illusions about how she was feeling about it. While she wouldn't be opposed, she'd at least like to know him better first. Thank the Mistress for Trench, here she could get to know people better first.
She didn't seem to mind? Whatever had happened, it seemed as though the other woman had enthusiastically consented. And that was the meter stick even by 31st century standards, was one's partner enthusiastically consenting? Then have fun and mazel tov to you both!
Okay, the presence of a kid brother was a twist. He might not understand.
"You're not the first person to tell me that," she said with a small smile. That will had kept her alive, kept her sane in the first other world she'd been to. This was far better. But she'd have to rely on her will yet again to keep herself safe from all but Argonaut.
The voice came as a surprise. It was honestly fair advice, but her companion didn't seem to want to hear it.
"I've been rude. I haven't introduced myself, have I?" Yes, Tinya, because that was where you were being rude.
(CW: sex)
She watched him carefully, though. Her phasing was unpredictable, she didn't know what her fire or lightning or ice could do, so she was reluctant to deploy them.
"A Pthumerian. You're not in luck, you missed Argonaut's month. Argonaut is kind, he just wants us to be happy and hopeful. The rest? Them, I have yet to decide on. Other than the Moss King, he's just a prick."
All she could think of were those ancient vampire holos where the bite was as intense as sex. The time in that one vampire movie where Dracula had transformed himself into mist and the filmmaker spared no illusions about how she was feeling about it. While she wouldn't be opposed, she'd at least like to know him better first. Thank the Mistress for Trench, here she could get to know people better first.
She didn't seem to mind? Whatever had happened, it seemed as though the other woman had enthusiastically consented. And that was the meter stick even by 31st century standards, was one's partner enthusiastically consenting? Then have fun and mazel tov to you both!
Okay, the presence of a kid brother was a twist. He might not understand.
"You're not the first person to tell me that," she said with a small smile. That will had kept her alive, kept her sane in the first other world she'd been to. This was far better. But she'd have to rely on her will yet again to keep herself safe from all but Argonaut.
The voice came as a surprise. It was honestly fair advice, but her companion didn't seem to want to hear it.
"I've been rude. I haven't introduced myself, have I?" Yes, Tinya, because that was where you were being rude.