Seraphina Antoniou
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"Lewis Hartley, Aphrodite’s chosen. I don't believe I saw you at the beginning of all of this. Hiding in the back?”
Stubborn, proud, and sure of himself; Seraphina could only assume from a quick glance of his confident body language, looking down from his additional 8 inches of height (oh, how she wished she'd brought her favorite heeled boots instead of flats to the dance studio she worked at, then it might have made the height difference between the two of them not as drastically noticeable), arms crossed, with an amused smirk twisting his lips. She raised a single, fine eyebrow in return.
A simple, but queenly air to her movements, she tilted her head in the negative, before responding, "Hiding? No, not per say. I simply arrived the moment before the room went dark, I did not have much of a chance to glance at or speak with anyone else nor anyone else me." Seraphina paused, glancing at the rapidly emptying coffee shop. Idly taking note of other chosens' various verbally planned locations and places they would be attending over the next few hours, in the back of her mind. Before continuing, and answering the question before it could be asked of her, "A late running taxi."
Seraphina once again found herself inspecting him with all the intention of an unprovoked and lackluster to begin with cat, not sure whether to pounce into doing much of anything with him or walk away without an interest in him. Nor did the odd feelings swirling in the back of her mind and pooling in the back of her gut helped the matter much either, that she was currently ignoring in her fear of them. She sighed lightly, softening her gaze as she rolled her eyes of a vague gesture of encompassing the emptying room, before speaking up again in observation, "It seems this place is clearing out fast..."
"I am unaware how long the place is reserved for this gathering of chosen, before the public is allowed entrance again, so... We could go to dinner to continue chatting, or a walk down the street or a park. Pursue intellectual pursuits, a game of chess perhaps? Or we just could part our ways for the night." Seraphina shrugged, gently, "Up to you? I have no plans for tonight." It was an attempt at the very least on her part of continuing their conversation, given the fact that they had just been bonded somehow, in some unknown way. She wasn't exactly keen to leave right away either, without a image of her subtle strength and purity sharp on someones' mind for first impressions sake, but nor would she force anything to occur between them further without either of their permissions in doing so. And certainly, she wanted nothing with this bond in the first place, and with her vague assumptions of reading people mildly accurately - he would not mind.
/My child, are you even trying?\
/More or less, I gave him the choice. What more need I do? The bond is the bond, not a automatic relationship sentence. Yes?\
The Goddess presence faded without another word, as helpful as ever.
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"Lewis Hartley, Aphrodite’s chosen. I don't believe I saw you at the beginning of all of this. Hiding in the back?”
Stubborn, proud, and sure of himself; Seraphina could only assume from a quick glance of his confident body language, looking down from his additional 8 inches of height (oh, how she wished she'd brought her favorite heeled boots instead of flats to the dance studio she worked at, then it might have made the height difference between the two of them not as drastically noticeable), arms crossed, with an amused smirk twisting his lips. She raised a single, fine eyebrow in return.
A simple, but queenly air to her movements, she tilted her head in the negative, before responding, "Hiding? No, not per say. I simply arrived the moment before the room went dark, I did not have much of a chance to glance at or speak with anyone else nor anyone else me." Seraphina paused, glancing at the rapidly emptying coffee shop. Idly taking note of other chosens' various verbally planned locations and places they would be attending over the next few hours, in the back of her mind. Before continuing, and answering the question before it could be asked of her, "A late running taxi."
Seraphina once again found herself inspecting him with all the intention of an unprovoked and lackluster to begin with cat, not sure whether to pounce into doing much of anything with him or walk away without an interest in him. Nor did the odd feelings swirling in the back of her mind and pooling in the back of her gut helped the matter much either, that she was currently ignoring in her fear of them. She sighed lightly, softening her gaze as she rolled her eyes of a vague gesture of encompassing the emptying room, before speaking up again in observation, "It seems this place is clearing out fast..."
"I am unaware how long the place is reserved for this gathering of chosen, before the public is allowed entrance again, so... We could go to dinner to continue chatting, or a walk down the street or a park. Pursue intellectual pursuits, a game of chess perhaps? Or we just could part our ways for the night." Seraphina shrugged, gently, "Up to you? I have no plans for tonight." It was an attempt at the very least on her part of continuing their conversation, given the fact that they had just been bonded somehow, in some unknown way. She wasn't exactly keen to leave right away either, without a image of her subtle strength and purity sharp on someones' mind for first impressions sake, but nor would she force anything to occur between them further without either of their permissions in doing so. And certainly, she wanted nothing with this bond in the first place, and with her vague assumptions of reading people mildly accurately - he would not mind.
/My child, are you even trying?\
/More or less, I gave him the choice. What more need I do? The bond is the bond, not a automatic relationship sentence. Yes?\
The Goddess presence faded without another word, as helpful as ever.