[ Akua read the papers, but blissfully, Hayame had been free of any that she had read (though it was such a small thing, a kiss, next to the lurid acts of them, or Kiritsubo, or any of the sensational deaths.) She knew one, for certain. Her impression of a mouth smiled, and it is near-gentle, almost, though from a Praesi, like her, it's nearly dangerous.
Only because it is rare from her. ]
Then I would be honored if you have need to trust me again.
[ There's the sense of a bowed head. ] I only do not want to be something you are ashamed of, Hayame. We are friends, and if there are benefits to that friendship occasionally, then that is something I am proud of.
[ Once, she had heard Indrani whisper to Cat: That is that, and this is this, between their bedsheets, when they had traveled to the underdark, when they had made love frequently enough Akua had thought they were in love, until she'd seen the way Indrani had looked at Masego, and understood. She understood friendship now, she understood what it meant.
Romantic entaglements to her, had always been games of politics or power. She had indulged when it suited her, but more than that, she used her body as a tool, a promise, something to dangle before those whom she needed something from, and who would be distracted. She had not felt like that with Hayame in some time. It felt... comfortable. Like two friends who had needs, and satisfied them.
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[ Akua read the papers, but blissfully, Hayame had been free of any that she had read (though it was such a small thing, a kiss, next to the lurid acts of them, or Kiritsubo, or any of the sensational deaths.) She knew one, for certain. Her impression of a mouth smiled, and it is near-gentle, almost, though from a Praesi, like her, it's nearly dangerous.
Only because it is rare from her. ]
Then I would be honored if you have need to trust me again.
[ There's the sense of a bowed head. ] I only do not want to be something you are ashamed of, Hayame. We are friends, and if there are benefits to that friendship occasionally, then that is something I am proud of.
[ Once, she had heard Indrani whisper to Cat: That is that, and this is this, between their bedsheets, when they had traveled to the underdark, when they had made love frequently enough Akua had thought they were in love, until she'd seen the way Indrani had looked at Masego, and understood. She understood friendship now, she understood what it meant.
Romantic entaglements to her, had always been games of politics or power. She had indulged when it suited her, but more than that, she used her body as a tool, a promise, something to dangle before those whom she needed something from, and who would be distracted. She had not felt like that with Hayame in some time. It felt... comfortable. Like two friends who had needs, and satisfied them.
That felt... good. Different, but good. ]