[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]Imperia follows him in silence, her gait casually elegant as she trots beside the male. Pallid silver eyes observe Moonmade as he leads her somewhere private; tracing the lines of his face and curve of his jaw, unable to avoid the horrible wounds marring his handsome physique. He is still painfully alluring, of course, in that goofy way of his, but it pains her to see that someone harmed him and she was unable to come to his aid. Funny, how being apart for so long dredges up so many emotions which she knew she possessed, but never really acknowledged. She wonders if he will let her embrace him just one more time.
A tiny smile tugs at the edge of black lips as Moonmade begins to speak. Imperia subtly shifts her pace, making sure to walk in step with the larger creature, sterling eyes locked upon her companion's visage. "Tu es très beau et parfait sous toutes les coutures," Peri finds herself murmuring before she can stop herself. Sometimes she is very thankful that he cannot understand French, for such a thing would have been excruciatingly embarrassing were he to comprehend its meaning. Or maybe she wants him to hear it, and simply chickened out at the last moment. "That is impossible," she amends, referring back to the claim of his lost "good looks." There is laughter in her eyes, though it is clear she wants to say more but cannot bring herself to do so.
The lightness in her expression quickly crumbles and falls away when the subject changes, drawing her conscious back to the memories of being trapped within the observatory. Imperia visibly wilts; burdened by the sudden rush of emotion which threatens to consume her. But her gaze remains locked with his, and she finds strength in it. "It was...difficult," she replies finally, her voice small. "I'm sorry if I caused you to worry it's--it's just--" she seems to be struggling. To find the right words, perhaps? "It was hard being apart from you. I was so worried and then I just...lost myself, I suppose." Coward. What a coward. Peri curses herself for not being able to say it. Well, she said it, but she could not say it without watering down the meaning.
A tiny smile tugs at the edge of black lips as Moonmade begins to speak. Imperia subtly shifts her pace, making sure to walk in step with the larger creature, sterling eyes locked upon her companion's visage. "Tu es très beau et parfait sous toutes les coutures," Peri finds herself murmuring before she can stop herself. Sometimes she is very thankful that he cannot understand French, for such a thing would have been excruciatingly embarrassing were he to comprehend its meaning. Or maybe she wants him to hear it, and simply chickened out at the last moment. "That is impossible," she amends, referring back to the claim of his lost "good looks." There is laughter in her eyes, though it is clear she wants to say more but cannot bring herself to do so.
The lightness in her expression quickly crumbles and falls away when the subject changes, drawing her conscious back to the memories of being trapped within the observatory. Imperia visibly wilts; burdened by the sudden rush of emotion which threatens to consume her. But her gaze remains locked with his, and she finds strength in it. "It was...difficult," she replies finally, her voice small. "I'm sorry if I caused you to worry it's--it's just--" she seems to be struggling. To find the right words, perhaps? "It was hard being apart from you. I was so worried and then I just...lost myself, I suppose." Coward. What a coward. Peri curses herself for not being able to say it. Well, she said it, but she could not say it without watering down the meaning.