[Perhaps it's that she no longer feels like she is in her own skin. Yes, she is marked with her tattoo, every scar, every bit of aether that tingles beneath it, and Garuda resting within, but she feels... not herself. Different. They feel different.
Even more so when it's not him who closes that distance fully, with her sitting at one end of his desk and him halfway there at his chair, and she looks at him through the corner of her eyes and her hair that shields them. She brings the cigar to her lips again, buying herself some time to come up with an answer while she takes a long drag.
What can he do for her?
She doesn't exactly know. She doesn't have an answer for that besides... this.
Only without this rift that's grown between them somehow.
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Even more so when it's not him who closes that distance fully, with her sitting at one end of his desk and him halfway there at his chair, and she looks at him through the corner of her eyes and her hair that shields them. She brings the cigar to her lips again, buying herself some time to come up with an answer while she takes a long drag.
What can he do for her?
She doesn't exactly know. She doesn't have an answer for that besides... this.
Only without this rift that's grown between them somehow.
...
Her other hand stretches out towards him...]