Priya was polite enough to say thank you, when her drink was received. Anything beyond that - a generous nod or a rare smile - would have been surprising from her. She settled the mug in front of her book, and blew away the steam that rose in lazy trails. She continued to read silently, line after line of complicated formulas and convoluted theories.
She could only hope that the silence she portrayed would offer her the same in return. She could tolerate noise as it happened around her. Murmured conversations and operating sounds could go largely ignored as she studied and worked. Priya did not read approachable, and that was possibly why Circe prodded her as she did.
The alchemist lifted her head from worn pages when Circe spoke. Even if she had known it was only a matter of time, she felt a flicker of annoyance. Priya fixated her gaze on Fatima, as if the other woman would indulge her exasperated expression.
"And what of the skies?" she returned, closing her book and not answering the question. "Will they not mourn for the absence of their beloved captain?" A calculating gaze would be thrown over her shoulder, and allowed to sweep over the cozy admiral.
"I needn't ask, when I know I can simply find you here." Priya turned her eyes away from Circe and put them back on her tea, before she continued with words that were heavy with sarcasm. "The better to gaze at you longingly from afar, I think."
She could only hope that the silence she portrayed would offer her the same in return. She could tolerate noise as it happened around her. Murmured conversations and operating sounds could go largely ignored as she studied and worked. Priya did not read approachable, and that was possibly why Circe prodded her as she did.
The alchemist lifted her head from worn pages when Circe spoke. Even if she had known it was only a matter of time, she felt a flicker of annoyance. Priya fixated her gaze on Fatima, as if the other woman would indulge her exasperated expression.
"And what of the skies?" she returned, closing her book and not answering the question. "Will they not mourn for the absence of their beloved captain?" A calculating gaze would be thrown over her shoulder, and allowed to sweep over the cozy admiral.
"I needn't ask, when I know I can simply find you here." Priya turned her eyes away from Circe and put them back on her tea, before she continued with words that were heavy with sarcasm. "The better to gaze at you longingly from afar, I think."
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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