I dunno, theyโve been pretty good to me here. [ Granting her a place to land, and to lick her wounds. A place to give herself some purpose and carve out a new home, or something close enough to it.
Astrid looks at the jug of wine dangling in Gannicusโ hand. The water dripping from his hair, plastered to the line of his strong jaw. She seems to be teetering on the precipice of a decision, a distraction, and finally makes up her mind to seize it. Why the hell not? ]
And I canโt go home. Not yet, [ said without elaboration, as she detaches from her edge of the pool and closes the rest of the distance between them. Drifts until sheโs right in front of him, face-to-face, practically in his lap: close enough to reach out and take the jug back, but her eyes on his all the while. ]
yolo!!
Astrid looks at the jug of wine dangling in Gannicusโ hand. The water dripping from his hair, plastered to the line of his strong jaw. She seems to be teetering on the precipice of a decision, a distraction, and finally makes up her mind to seize it. Why the hell not? ]
And I canโt go home. Not yet, [ said without elaboration, as she detaches from her edge of the pool and closes the rest of the distance between them. Drifts until sheโs right in front of him, face-to-face, practically in his lap: close enough to reach out and take the jug back, but her eyes on his all the while. ]