09-04-2016, 08:29 PM
Conversations with strangers, just like right now, have always been an interest to her. She enjoyed just about any small talk—including simple hellos or about the weather—and deep, meaningful conversations that kept you up until the next morning. It was the simple things like conversations with a stranger that she did not take for granted. If it had not been for the change in her world she would have enjoyed this conversation very much with Magnus.
It indeed was an understatement—such a strange way to find pleasure in meeting someone when the world around you has just recently broken. Lucrezia understands though. She doesn't need to hear any further explanations or apologizes for the way things are now. She has always believed that there were no irrelevant actions, that every shift in sentiment, every move and every idea was part of something bigger. After all, it was part of a big, mysterious puzzle called life.
“Maybe one day it will be a pleasure,” she adds with a soft smile, though she still remains guarded. But she cannot help but find a little humor in it at least—she cannot let the rain take away her charm and wit. She would be the one dancing in the rain and enjoying getting soaked to the bone. But, for now, she doesn't find herself doing that.
Her ear flicks forward at the sound of his laugh—its hard, but she likes the sound of it in all this mess. It was simple and easy, but this mess around her – this crowd that milled about – was not. “Yes, it has been quite a day.” It was something she could agree on, something she knows won’t be easy for the next couple days (maybe even weeks).
“Help?” She asks curiously, considering him for a just a moment. “How are you doing that?” It’s not something she considers for others to do lightly—this selfless act was not a common one. She has seen others only take for themselves, like her father and that beast on the mountain. She knows what greed is like, what it looks like, and how she wants to burn them all for it.
It indeed was an understatement—such a strange way to find pleasure in meeting someone when the world around you has just recently broken. Lucrezia understands though. She doesn't need to hear any further explanations or apologizes for the way things are now. She has always believed that there were no irrelevant actions, that every shift in sentiment, every move and every idea was part of something bigger. After all, it was part of a big, mysterious puzzle called life.
“Maybe one day it will be a pleasure,” she adds with a soft smile, though she still remains guarded. But she cannot help but find a little humor in it at least—she cannot let the rain take away her charm and wit. She would be the one dancing in the rain and enjoying getting soaked to the bone. But, for now, she doesn't find herself doing that.
Her ear flicks forward at the sound of his laugh—its hard, but she likes the sound of it in all this mess. It was simple and easy, but this mess around her – this crowd that milled about – was not. “Yes, it has been quite a day.” It was something she could agree on, something she knows won’t be easy for the next couple days (maybe even weeks).
“Help?” She asks curiously, considering him for a just a moment. “How are you doing that?” It’s not something she considers for others to do lightly—this selfless act was not a common one. She has seen others only take for themselves, like her father and that beast on the mountain. She knows what greed is like, what it looks like, and how she wants to burn them all for it.
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