hmmmmmmmm
so quiet tonight

Corpo Plaza
Her gaze hooks on yours as you stare her down and make your point and she nods, her touch gentle as she tries to reassure you that she understands and she knows she'll be more than what she was made for.

She doesn't know all of what you've done for Paz, you're far above the grade of work that came her way. She is curious and not sure if she should ask about it as she's always erred on the side of letting you disclose what you choose to, never pressing for information about your work in any sphere. She is tentative, her fingers curling against your palm as she holds your hand and asks, "Was any of it... really bad? Your work for Paz? You say it wasn't jail-worthy." The spectrum is vast, but she can't imagine you did anything too severe...

...but then you often surprise her, like how stern you became at Guillermo's, not the same easygoing person you usually are with her.

She tracks your focus, looking up as well to take in the quiet. The trees buffer the distant city sounds and, when the breeze picks up from time to time, they make white noise that would help her sleep if she could listen to it all night long.

You smile at her and her heart softens as she pulls her attention from the trees to instead look at your mouth as she answers, baring more details of how much she kept from you about Guillermo. "No. The night Paz died, I got Guillermo's address. I was... I spent a lot of time outside his building and it took me a long time to find a way inside. I didn't do much of anything else."

He eyes you sideways.

'I have quite a stock of Ta-sarna to make bread back in my home Gretuk Dur Caverns. You should come ride with me and I will give you some.'

He reaches with the hand not holding the meat and grabs the bota he has been swigging on and drinks deeply.

'an keep the slave she looks worthless to me.'

The tip of her tongue slid out to slowly glide the curves of her mouth as she watched Him tear into the steak - juices dripping down His chin .. hmmmmm

hearing footsteps on the stairs

((Bread...not Brad LMAO))

*Ears perk up at the mention of bread and My head swiftly snaps in You direction*

You have bread?????

I have a slave girl I can sell You for 5 loaves of Brad!

*Grinning like a Cheshire cat*

He nods over.
'dayum the sleens was hungry too'

He brings his fist to his mouth and rips off some more meat and chews.

She chuckled at His grumblings over no bread. Softly biting her lip.

If Master would return with bread, this one would gladly serve You.

teasing smile

* you are immediately taken and feed to the sleens*

Rehearsals
After a few more unsteady breaths, she went from panning cautiously around the room to find a person she could anchor to, locking eyes with Leo Sterling as her expression twisted to the verge of a beg…

One false-start of a remark, another difficult breath. "^okay… if you even know how mean she really is…?"

A strained swallow as she adjusted her standing posture, nervously finding her footing like she was prepared to flee at any second.

"You know that I'm not allowed to wear hoop earrings, right?" the shallowest nod, like the restriction was a denial of a basic human right, like fashion was a sacred form of self expression the stymieing of which verged on inhuman and sharing this story with you was the most damning tea ever divulged.

"Yeah! Two years ago? She told me that hoop earrings were her thing," the slightest forward sass, like giving you Regina's secret was not just damage against her, but a rung up the ladder leading her out of her own pit of dignity.

But that was short-lived as retelling the story re-opened wounds, the hard crease of her eyebrows wavering into a crash. "…and that I wasn't allowed to wear them anymore…"

That pain continued to grow, the edge in her voice following the same pattern, the dryness in her tone giving way to a vulnerability that first sounded vapid before implications could be read. "…and then for Hanukkah my parents got me this pair of ^fffreally expensive white-gold hoops…"

Was she crying? No, she just looked like she was on the verge of it, like she was well-versed in alligator tears, but her eyes were practically twinkling like it wasn't just the earrings but the alien sentiment that her relationship and love-language was formed on materials and conspicuous spending.

(greetings)

He grumbles but takes the bowl.

' you bitches around here aint never got no bread. I keep saying I am going to bring some Ta-sarna from GDC for you guys but never do. I am saying it again.'

He grabs the slab of bosk in his hand and tears into with his teeth and chews loudly.

Rehearsals
Aw, the little quaver, the self-confidence shake? Good stuff. Even better, when you drop the script. If you do look at him, really look, all you'll see is delight and supportiveness.

He is not trying to keep his expression neutral for you. That murderous snarl, though? That gets a huff of laughter, because that was a stellar choice.

Elodie Stone -

This is a very different vibe than the party had been. But he has no doubt Holly is a performer.

And you can see it too, as she settles more into the role, gaining momentum.

coming home from a first date since the divorce, heading for the stairs with a frustrated sigh

*Hawk like eyes watching every movement, making sure the girl serves well. If not there might be a boot kick or two in her furture*

'I have a WB raider in Gretuk Dur Caverns , my home, that is from Torvaldsland. He wipes my butt for me. I have to tell the kajira please dont squeeze the Jarl.'

~laughs~

Corpo Plaza
And what about your own nightmares? He can't even remember if you are able to have them. He knows you can have problems sleeping ... but when it comes to things he can handle versus not .. well, even he has his own limits. His own proficiencies. If it wasn't for the military grade ICE in his head, a netrunner could play with him all day.

He stares at you, making sure you understood his point. What he thought of you. What he thinks you can do for yourself. And you reach for him jaw, causing him to relax a little ... a slow exhale at your words, all while your thumb brushes ...

"Good."

That's that then.
Your hand comes down and he nods at that first bit, before shaking his head at the second.

"No .. more like .. they'll discover all the stuff I did for Paz. I'll probably be fired. I don't think they'd think I was some kind of threat that needed dealt with. Not like I worked against them at any point ... not even jail-worthy."

He shrugs, but is glad to take your hand finally and you move with him, and he'll look up into the sky, past the trees a moment ...

he just wants to linger in this moment, quiet as it is now .. like the whole world is out there, and we're in here, amidst some trees and that monk about a hundred feet away further down the path, sitting on a mat in the grass.

He looks to you, smiling. "Did you ever grab one of those BDs?"

Approaching, she moved with a soft sway - the large bowl that barely held the bosk steak held against her belly - nudging her with each step.

Lowering to her knees before Him, she positioned for His pleasure, eyes lifting to His as she offered the food.

Master .. bosk for You -- with juice, but no bread to be found in Camp

blue/grays twinkled

finds a pillow to kneel on