Prompt #24: Bar
A couple of people have tried to hit her up. Cute girls, with pretty laughs who blush a little when Lyse smiles back at them. Yeah, she has some fun flirting back. Gods know its been a while. Work is - gosh. She's willing to give her all to Ala Mhigo - she's happy to give her all, to this free country she never thought she'd see again. But wow. She did somehow expect there would be more of her all to go around.
And she is having fun. She is. There's an absolutely beautiful woman - tall, sun-tanned, with salt-breaking arms and a bright and bold geometric headscarf - sitting beside Lyse, and her voice is a melody that, really, Lyse could get lost in. Should, even.
She tries.
She does try.
In fact, Lyse spends the whole evening in the bar, willing herself to get lost in the eyes and arms of literally anymore but the one very unfortunate woman who she cannot get her mind off of.
It fails. Of course it does. Eventually, she can't ignore that she's failed. She excuses herself, takes a long walk back through her dark and bustling nighttime city, into the stone fortress, down the stairs and slides down with her back to the cell bars.
"...think less," Fordola growls, from the darkest corner of the cell. "I can hear you from all the way over here."
Lyse is facing the hall, so it's unimportant that she fails to suppress the twitch of a motion with her mouth that isn't a smile but might be mistaken for one.
"I brought cards," Lyse offers.
Fordola hmphs.
Then she scoots over to the bars as well.
And this - this! - is what makes the night feel like it flies by.














