#selene 01

The weather is cool here, and with gentle gray skies almost like typical autumn in London. Almost. Nina isn’t sure that she would’ve wanted that anyhow. No need for those reminders. So she takes a walk almost in defiance of the weather. In defiance of most things, as her open-backed fashion choice displays. What shame should she have? That thought has just raised her chin and squared her shoulders when Nina’s gaze lands on a familiar face, squinting behind a camera. Well, a familiar profile, anyway. Familiar enough to stop her in her tracks and bring a tilt to her head before a smile graces her lips. “Well, I must say, after our last encounter, I wasn’t sure we’d ever meet on easy terms again." Still, the witch is smiling. After all, that night in Lethe seems like almost nothing. Comparatively, it really is nothing. And yet Nina continues to smile as she waves toward the camera, raising an eyebrow. “I see you’ve dabbled in new hobbies, hm? I’d say you could take my picture, but normally I charge.” Is it a joke? Nina makes no moves to elaborate. “It’s nice to see you, Selene.”

“Don’t know how we ended up on the topic of my personal life-,” he could take Sofia to the movies. That was such a basic idea, his attempts at winning her forgiveness so far included buying her $250 worth of cleaning supplies and divulging half his secrets, maybe they needed to go back to basics. “- but we can talk about it, or we can talk about the plan for tomorrow night.”