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[allsfairin]

She doesn't settle for simply walking into the room like any normal person would; she strolls in, with the expectation and assurance that every single person in the room will have their eyes on her from the minute she enters. She has complete faith in the effectiveness of her beauty and charm (and considering her parentage, why wouldn't she?), but

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[payinginnaivete]

"Parties?" Aspasia winds a lock of hair around her fingers, looking at it listlessly; while Anosia's entrance may be breathtaking, she's seen it before, and grown up around gods with the same type of air. "What kind of parties?"

[allsfairin]

"Oh, you know, darling. The kind where only the best and brightest are invited; where there are plenty of good-looking people willing to fight over you?" She places a finger to her lip, thoughtful. "Then again, I'm not quite sure you would know. We don't exactly circulate in the same social circle, after all."

[payinginnaivete]

"So not the fun kind." Aspasia gracefully lifts one leg and examines her manicured toes, then shakes out her long hair and sinks languidly into her couch, each movement poised with the grace of a classical courtesan. "Not the sort where you have something to show for your labors at the end of the night, and where you end up with some measure of worship as opposed to curses?" She glances at her partial-sister and allows herself the hint of a smile. "Don't despair, Anosia. I'm sure there's a possibility you could ascend closer to my sphere."

[allsfairin]

"Who ever truly enjoys the easily attainable?" Anosia asks, with a slight arch of an eyebrow, emphasis on the word 'easily'. "When a man looks back on his life, he doesn't remember what is right in front of him, what he touched and held; he remembers what he almost had, what he sorely wanted. That's the true currency of human emotion. Greed and envy."

[payinginnaivete]

She laughs. "Oh, trust me. There are some things a man can't ever forget touching and holding. Some things he can't ever get out of his mind."

[allsfairin]

"Mm, so you say," she wrinkles her nose in slight disbelief. "I don't see how you could ever be memorable." Ah, trash-talk. The way all wars are started, essentially.

[payinginnaivete]

"That's because you got the awful taste in the family, dear."

[allsfairin]

"No," brightly, "I'm just more discerning than most, it seems."

[payinginnaivete]

"Well," just as brightly, "let me know when you find the best. I'd be thrilled to learn from her."

[allsfairin]

She looks thoughtful for a moment as if considering a snappy repartee, then, surprisingly enough, winks. "I think we both have, already."