[thread] Dissonance
Who: Cain, Nabooru
What: The long-long-long-long-long overdue tea date. With a bit of emoishness and hopefully cheering up.
Where: Cain's place.
When: Let's say...early afternoon.
Rating: Unrestricted. I ♥ that rating.
...how long had it been since she went out on her own?
Bah. She was a grown woman. She'd been independent far longer than the months she spent...
Nabooru shook her head, looking over the directions to Cain's home once more before pocketing the device. It would do her some good to get out for a bit. She needed the company. If anything, the last thing she needed at the moment was to be left alone. It hurt too much...even if...
Drawing a white cloak over her shoulders, despite the heat, Nabooru glanced at her reflection in the mirror, brushed a stray strand of crimson hair out of her eyes, and pulled up the hood.
Moments later, she was out on the streets, looking back and forth between the buildings and the directions, feeling very much like a foolish child. A quick swipe at her eyes to catch a tear she'd been unaware of; the Gerudo paused before a house marked with the numbers 7622.
"This is it," she murmured. Taking a deep breath, she strode up to the door, hoping her facade wasn't as cracked as it felt, and knocked before taking a step back to fuss with her cloak.
What: The long-long-long-long-long overdue tea date. With a bit of emoishness and hopefully cheering up.
Where: Cain's place.
When: Let's say...early afternoon.
Rating: Unrestricted. I ♥ that rating.
...how long had it been since she went out on her own?
Bah. She was a grown woman. She'd been independent far longer than the months she spent...
Nabooru shook her head, looking over the directions to Cain's home once more before pocketing the device. It would do her some good to get out for a bit. She needed the company. If anything, the last thing she needed at the moment was to be left alone. It hurt too much...even if...
Drawing a white cloak over her shoulders, despite the heat, Nabooru glanced at her reflection in the mirror, brushed a stray strand of crimson hair out of her eyes, and pulled up the hood.
Moments later, she was out on the streets, looking back and forth between the buildings and the directions, feeling very much like a foolish child. A quick swipe at her eyes to catch a tear she'd been unaware of; the Gerudo paused before a house marked with the numbers 7622.
"This is it," she murmured. Taking a deep breath, she strode up to the door, hoping her facade wasn't as cracked as it felt, and knocked before taking a step back to fuss with her cloak.