Nothing like it, which means it's up to you to clue me in on anything important tonight. I'm sure I'm in capable hands.
[Sal's not looking directly at her when she says it (wasn't there some opera line about the dangers of staring too much at the sun?), so it's hard to tell but the hint of a crooked grin suggests she's being cheeky on purpose. It can't be helped, she feels her mood lifting with every step down the road. Not to be too sentimental about it, but it's enough just to walk like this in a peaceful neighborhood together.
It's the honest truth, Sal knows. Life's taught her to be cautious, on edge, ready for an attack at all times; it was a rare moment back home when she was able to shed that armor even for a night. This world, however, proves very different. All it takes for her to start feeling comfortable, safe, is Anathema taking her by the arm and assuring her with the simple and innate warmth of her presence.
Sal moves her free hand up to rest on Anathema's gently. She tries to reorient her point of view to those who travel down on the street like this; but unlike some evenings when her thoughts weigh too heavily on her mood, tonight isn't the time to remember all the days after her magic was stolen. There's no need to feel haunted, or broken, from the life she lived before. Sometimes it's nice to just live for what's beside you for once, or maybe everything that's waiting up ahead. (She knows this feeling enough now to call it by its name, hope.)]
Shit, we might have to include your knowledge on Cuban food in that agreement too. It's been a while since I was ported in, but there's always something new around every corner, isn't there?
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[Sal's not looking directly at her when she says it (wasn't there some opera line about the dangers of staring too much at the sun?), so it's hard to tell but the hint of a crooked grin suggests she's being cheeky on purpose. It can't be helped, she feels her mood lifting with every step down the road. Not to be too sentimental about it, but it's enough just to walk like this in a peaceful neighborhood together.
It's the honest truth, Sal knows. Life's taught her to be cautious, on edge, ready for an attack at all times; it was a rare moment back home when she was able to shed that armor even for a night. This world, however, proves very different. All it takes for her to start feeling comfortable, safe, is Anathema taking her by the arm and assuring her with the simple and innate warmth of her presence.
Sal moves her free hand up to rest on Anathema's gently. She tries to reorient her point of view to those who travel down on the street like this; but unlike some evenings when her thoughts weigh too heavily on her mood, tonight isn't the time to remember all the days after her magic was stolen. There's no need to feel haunted, or broken, from the life she lived before. Sometimes it's nice to just live for what's beside you for once, or maybe everything that's waiting up ahead. (She knows this feeling enough now to call it by its name, hope.)]
Shit, we might have to include your knowledge on Cuban food in that agreement too. It's been a while since I was ported in, but there's always something new around every corner, isn't there?