@❛ ✧ : xavier. no. lemurian. say it with me.
oh, right. i barely use paint thinner, though. only that one time when dumb thomas decided to give me someone's old paints because "he didn't have time to fetch me paint." ugh. what do i even need him for.
@❛ ✧ : zed. tries to come up with a nonchalant and roundabout way to ask, but ends up blurting her thought aloud anyway.
do you think i'm pretty?
and as she felt those words leave her lips, she'd never been so thankful for the blindfold as her eyes begin to tremble in panic.
i-it's just i keep hearing that so...
@❛ ✧ : sett. the vastayan's silence has ahri anxiously biting her bottom lip, fingers curled into her dress. her golden eyes, which are entirely on him, wait for some kind of reaction. when he speaks again, she shrugs, cracking a sheepish smile.
that one in particular? three days, usually.
@❛ ✧ : ahri. blinks once, twice, thrice. of all the possible things she could've told him, that wasn't one of them. a wrinkle forms between his brows as he folds his arms over his chest, eyes falling to the ground between them as he takes a moment to think. parsing through thoughts for a response, an answer, and only coming up with:
how long does the moon last?
@❛ ✧ : sett. okay.
she in a deep breath and nods as if affirming to herself that she can tell him. nervously, she wipes her palms on her dress, along the sides of her hips.
okay. every month, when the moon completely disappears from the sky, i become...
she sighs.
powerless.