The Secretive Life
WHO: Elizaveta y Atthis
WHEN: Sunday Afternoon, September 26th
WHERE: The Streets of Liberty outside Dues Ex Machina- and beyond
WHAT: It's not what it looks like, ma'am.
It had happened in an instant, as Fate was ever wont to do. A wayward glance, a dazzling smile, and Atthis was floored by the beauty with flowing amber waves and eyes that glistened like jewels. She had only but an instant more to realize that she had to follow this woman. Had to. To the ends of the Earth if she must. For if she did not-
The shop lay hastily closed, the sign crocked in its post, behind her. Ahead, approaching the first crosswalk was The Beauty. Atthis ducked around a business man with a scowl on his face, trying all at once to catch up without appearing too desperate.
Oh Angel, she cried out with her mind, must you walk so goddamn fast?
WHEN: Sunday Afternoon, September 26th
WHERE: The Streets of Liberty outside Dues Ex Machina- and beyond
WHAT: It's not what it looks like, ma'am.
It had happened in an instant, as Fate was ever wont to do. A wayward glance, a dazzling smile, and Atthis was floored by the beauty with flowing amber waves and eyes that glistened like jewels. She had only but an instant more to realize that she had to follow this woman. Had to. To the ends of the Earth if she must. For if she did not-
The shop lay hastily closed, the sign crocked in its post, behind her. Ahead, approaching the first crosswalk was The Beauty. Atthis ducked around a business man with a scowl on his face, trying all at once to catch up without appearing too desperate.
Oh Angel, she cried out with her mind, must you walk so goddamn fast?