THE BLACK DOE
the infinite intimacy of her rage
It's impossible not to turn her head and flinch away from the venom that seethes from the woman's voice, even still. Her fire is perfectly in tune with her emotions, this was apparent more and more through their interaction, and while the aggression is an easy put-off to the Doe, there's something within her that doesn't want the flame to grow any further. For her own sake, perhaps, as she can nearly feel the flames lick at her chest, her skin.
A slow breath is let out when she finally settles with the words on her own lack of understanding of the workings here. Of course she was Night Court, in all technicality, but did she really belong here? It is a longing to find somewhere that might feel like home, deeply embedded in her chest, but she knows this is just a feeling. There were, in all rights, so many things she did not know still of this place, of this world. She wouldn't truly belong here - not for a long time. But that was why there were beginnings to all things, just as the world feels the first touch of cold only for it to melt away into the warmth of spring. And all over again.
Perhaps she'd find her spring here. Somewhere.
Her own body relaxes as Morrighan appears to, finally, and her companion's snarl fades hesitantly. As it was angled away before against the intensity of the fire, her head turns back just as slow, carefully, to face the Warden again. While things aren't necessarily normal, nor does she expect them to be, it's enough at least to speak back with a little less defense.
"...It's always been this way. For me, at least," and while she nearly stops there, figures that if there's a way to ease the lingering tension even a bit, it might be necessary to share a bit more than that. "I usually spend the night regarding the stars in silence. But the sounds of the markets are a little more welcome, better than listening to my own thoughts for once."
She takes a moment to think, and then reaches just slightly to Morrighan's own cause for being here, even if she'd affirmed her duty just before. "Are you here on duty alone, Warden? Or are yours nights restless, too?" She tries to make her questions unassuming and unprying, for all they could be. She by no means wishes to pry, and she'd be just as content if Morrighan decided to dissuade her queries instead for some of her own.
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Speech.
@Morrighan
ooc
<3
A slow breath is let out when she finally settles with the words on her own lack of understanding of the workings here. Of course she was Night Court, in all technicality, but did she really belong here? It is a longing to find somewhere that might feel like home, deeply embedded in her chest, but she knows this is just a feeling. There were, in all rights, so many things she did not know still of this place, of this world. She wouldn't truly belong here - not for a long time. But that was why there were beginnings to all things, just as the world feels the first touch of cold only for it to melt away into the warmth of spring. And all over again.
Perhaps she'd find her spring here. Somewhere.
Her own body relaxes as Morrighan appears to, finally, and her companion's snarl fades hesitantly. As it was angled away before against the intensity of the fire, her head turns back just as slow, carefully, to face the Warden again. While things aren't necessarily normal, nor does she expect them to be, it's enough at least to speak back with a little less defense.
"...It's always been this way. For me, at least," and while she nearly stops there, figures that if there's a way to ease the lingering tension even a bit, it might be necessary to share a bit more than that. "I usually spend the night regarding the stars in silence. But the sounds of the markets are a little more welcome, better than listening to my own thoughts for once."
She takes a moment to think, and then reaches just slightly to Morrighan's own cause for being here, even if she'd affirmed her duty just before. "Are you here on duty alone, Warden? Or are yours nights restless, too?" She tries to make her questions unassuming and unprying, for all they could be. She by no means wishes to pry, and she'd be just as content if Morrighan decided to dissuade her queries instead for some of her own.
Speech.
@Morrighan
ooc
<3
