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01.Apr.13, 10:55 AM
Indivara just gave an irritable snort in response to Valerian’s statement, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. While not afraid of Kerrin in the slightest, Indivara wasn’t all that keen on him harping on for ten or twenty hours about how she’d ruined another set of laces with her little hobby. So what if she liked to flight moth? She did not see what that had to do with Kerrin, or why he had to get so snippy about it. Scowling, Indivara picked her pants up grumpily and frowned at the lacing critically, one hand still holding the sheet carefully around herself.
The relief she felt at the lacing being intact was more than a little pathetic, and the girl kept up her scowling as she shoved her legs into them and pulled them up, mouth full of her sheet in order to hold it up. She couldn’t answer Valerian while her mouth was full of sheets, and her silence seemed to prompt him to elaborate on his question. Spitting the sheet out, Indivara searched the room for her shirt, then made her way over to it, still trailing the train of material behind her.
“I dunno,” Indivara answered distractedly as she found her shirt, and picked it up. Shaking it out, she eyed it off for a moment before pulling it on over her head, only then allowing the sheet to fall to the ground. She kicked it away from herself and brushed her hands lightly over the material she was now dressed in. There were other bits and pieces of her clothing still lying around, but she had what covered her, and that was all that was important. Leaving the rest of it where it was, she made her way back to the bed and flopped down, sitting in a hazardous pile.
The girl shrugged. “You weren’t mean.” She gave him a direct look, focusing on his face instead of watching him dress with idle appreciation. He was not a bad view, and while Valerian had said some things that were still stinging to Indivara’s tender pride and massive insecurities, the girl decided that letting him snatch her up again would not be a terrible thing; she would just have to slip out before he gathered his wits… Unless she felt like a fight, in which case hanging around would be just as much fun.
“Weren’t rough much, either,” she added. Likely, she was carrying bruises from fingers and mouth, but Indivara bruised easily at any rate. He had not hurt her, though, and she was quite sure that was something Valerian needed to hear, even if he was not going to blatantly say as much; his mumbled comment about comparing himself to S’kef had stuck with her.
A sly grin suddenly planted itself on her face, and Indivara arched both eyebrows up at Valerian, the expression twisting her scars and she could feel the tightened skin tug and pull. “What are you normally like?” While the hint of genuine curiosity was not quite hidden, blue eyes sparkled mischievously, the girl quite content to tease him and more than sure whatever answer she got – the truth, or ego, or quips – would be quite amusing.
The relief she felt at the lacing being intact was more than a little pathetic, and the girl kept up her scowling as she shoved her legs into them and pulled them up, mouth full of her sheet in order to hold it up. She couldn’t answer Valerian while her mouth was full of sheets, and her silence seemed to prompt him to elaborate on his question. Spitting the sheet out, Indivara searched the room for her shirt, then made her way over to it, still trailing the train of material behind her.
“I dunno,” Indivara answered distractedly as she found her shirt, and picked it up. Shaking it out, she eyed it off for a moment before pulling it on over her head, only then allowing the sheet to fall to the ground. She kicked it away from herself and brushed her hands lightly over the material she was now dressed in. There were other bits and pieces of her clothing still lying around, but she had what covered her, and that was all that was important. Leaving the rest of it where it was, she made her way back to the bed and flopped down, sitting in a hazardous pile.
The girl shrugged. “You weren’t mean.” She gave him a direct look, focusing on his face instead of watching him dress with idle appreciation. He was not a bad view, and while Valerian had said some things that were still stinging to Indivara’s tender pride and massive insecurities, the girl decided that letting him snatch her up again would not be a terrible thing; she would just have to slip out before he gathered his wits… Unless she felt like a fight, in which case hanging around would be just as much fun.
“Weren’t rough much, either,” she added. Likely, she was carrying bruises from fingers and mouth, but Indivara bruised easily at any rate. He had not hurt her, though, and she was quite sure that was something Valerian needed to hear, even if he was not going to blatantly say as much; his mumbled comment about comparing himself to S’kef had stuck with her.
A sly grin suddenly planted itself on her face, and Indivara arched both eyebrows up at Valerian, the expression twisting her scars and she could feel the tightened skin tug and pull. “What are you normally like?” While the hint of genuine curiosity was not quite hidden, blue eyes sparkled mischievously, the girl quite content to tease him and more than sure whatever answer she got – the truth, or ego, or quips – would be quite amusing.
