[AnOTP]: For Ines
Melisande has been spending far too many nights alone of late.
She misses the worship. Misses the heat of a body close to her. Misses...just about everything about being the center of attention. It's a lonely life, being a fugitive. And it definitely does not suit her.
It's evening, and she's sweeping through the halls, her bearing imperious and her expression peaceable, if her thoughts are somewhat less so. She would sooner die than admit, however, that she's essentially looking for a partner.
She's too proud for that.
She misses the worship. Misses the heat of a body close to her. Misses...just about everything about being the center of attention. It's a lonely life, being a fugitive. And it definitely does not suit her.
It's evening, and she's sweeping through the halls, her bearing imperious and her expression peaceable, if her thoughts are somewhat less so. She would sooner die than admit, however, that she's essentially looking for a partner.
She's too proud for that.