striking matches to watch 'em burn
Aisha's narrowed expression cracked a bit at his reply, an impish smile lighting her eyes, "Guilty," she responded, laxly bringing her tab up to her lips for another draw. The mention of the previous season was a bit sore, kneading at the point in her mind that she'd tried to forget. It had been the catalyst, the incident that everything had spiraled away from. More thinking on it was in order, avoidance would get her nowhere.
"That's fair, I forgive ya," she replied, keeping up the spirits with a soft nod. The Underground, what an unbelievably grounder name to give this place. "Just exploring, I've been here a year and I've somehow never seen it," she replied, glancing back down the tunnel behind him, only the structures of the wall visible through her feline gaze. It stretched on long beyond her range of sight.
"And you?" she asked, snapping her eyes back to the ascended.
"That's fair, I forgive ya," she replied, keeping up the spirits with a soft nod. The Underground, what an unbelievably grounder name to give this place. "Just exploring, I've been here a year and I've somehow never seen it," she replied, glancing back down the tunnel behind him, only the structures of the wall visible through her feline gaze. It stretched on long beyond her range of sight.
"And you?" she asked, snapping her eyes back to the ascended.
i'll light two cigarettes and give you none
AISHA
