Personally, Priya did not see what was so amusing, but that was because she wasn't any fun. Circe seemed determined to draw the fun out of her as if she was just playing hard to get. Even more likely, Circe liked hearing herself speak. She fidgeted with agitation in her stool and clawed fingers through her hair, before they returned to her tea. Tapping noiselessly against the mug.
"Well, I beg you return to them, because your skies are threatening to drown my lab." And you are threatening my research. That particular complaint was left unsaid. Priya need not give the Captain more excuses to tease her, because she could find those on her own. Easier to ignore her when she was quiet. Easier to pretend not to notice pink lips and dusty freckles. Priya did not flirt. Not that she was even sure that this was flirting. Not having a dedicated category for this exchange only made matters worse. Circe was not a fellow researcher, or someone interested in her services, and that was complicated.
She opened her book once more at the mention of ink, as if to emphasize current preferences. The crack of the other woman's jaw could be heard from the bar and Priya smirked into the pages. "That sounds much preferred. Thank you. You must forgive me if I do not respond, however. I was never very good at keeping correspondence."
"Well, I beg you return to them, because your skies are threatening to drown my lab." And you are threatening my research. That particular complaint was left unsaid. Priya need not give the Captain more excuses to tease her, because she could find those on her own. Easier to ignore her when she was quiet. Easier to pretend not to notice pink lips and dusty freckles. Priya did not flirt. Not that she was even sure that this was flirting. Not having a dedicated category for this exchange only made matters worse. Circe was not a fellow researcher, or someone interested in her services, and that was complicated.
She opened her book once more at the mention of ink, as if to emphasize current preferences. The crack of the other woman's jaw could be heard from the bar and Priya smirked into the pages. "That sounds much preferred. Thank you. You must forgive me if I do not respond, however. I was never very good at keeping correspondence."
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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