#recello

            she blinks. her eyesight must be deceiving her. or perhaps the champagne here is stronger than she thought. but no, even narrowing her eyes does nothing more than confirm the identity of the man who has just entered, shocking though it seems.

              a few steps to the side is all it takes to find her way into his path, fingers curling in the fabric of her dress as she takes a deep breath before speaking.

“Halt..something feels amiss. It’s as if...Somebody has an open heart but a held back tongue....”

“Quickly I must run. Before...I can’t even say it....”

          an arcade, despite being an irresponsible way to spend one’s time and money, is exactly what noctis is looking for currently.  he’d inquired after the pastimes of the locals at work earlier in the day, and upon hearing of owl finch arcade, the plan was set.  

           it was her third glass of wine, which was at least one more than she usually allowed herself, even at the grandest of celebrations. but she realized now that a slip of the tongue from too much wine would be of a great deal smaller consequence in this city than it would have been in King’s Landing. her slender build and the fact that she never allowed herself to over-indulge left her already feeling the warm flush over her skin, and she found her smiles coming more easily and far more often. she laughed at nothing in particular against the rim of her glass, tipping fawn-hued eyes towards her companion.

            she had intended to thank him for his company, for offering to stay at her side as she finally allowed herself a moment to let loose and be a little reckless, but all that came out was more laughter, not the beautiful ringing sound that she had practiced time and time again to make it just right, but a laugh that lacked any sort of direction or melody. she thought it was still beautiful in its dissonance; maybe that’s just the wine talking.

So, when her break finally came around she hurried to the nearest shooter and picked up one of the plastic pistols and huffed when the game required another player. Glancing around quickly, she caught the attention of the first person she saw, regardless of what he was doing in the meantime.

“Hey!” She called, beckoning him over with a frantic wave of her hand. “I need another player. You in?”

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It's all still so new, so different from the Eos she knew. From the ever growing night and, with it, the threat to all life. Still, Cindy couldn't complain. She'd take the sheep accompanying her on a snack run over the odd vermin or daemon hidden just off the path any day. Speaking of...

A playful grin tugged at her lips as she noticed the all too familiar guy tucked behind brush and bridge, his camera up and attention fully engaged on snapping a photo. It wasn't until he was done that she spoke.

(THIS IS SO CUTE I'M YELLING???)