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 Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2021 3:37 pm
Anastasia watched him and nodded with a soft sigh, though she was hungry. Even now her stomach was making audible complaints.
Obviously...Eion was a project she would have to work on, and it made sense...him hiding away his emotions. He had lost everything after all...their parents…her...
But she was back now. She could pick up wherever it was that she had left off...and they would both be better for it.
“I would love something to eat...I don’t have any other questions…” If she did...she would find someone else to answer them...if they were basic. The last thing that Ana wanted to ever be was a burden…
Especially not to someone who was already...well. Pretty damaged. She wouldn’t add any more grief or weight to his shoulders. Ana was the older sister, and as such she would be the responsible one.
And taking care of herself would be the least she could do for this brother of hers that she couldn’t remember.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2021 1:00 pm
Eion waited a beat, in case she thought of something last moment, then nodded. Attending to food was easy — Waru knew enough about the culinary scene in Destiny City to have handmade a list of cheap, viable solutions to the hunger problem. And while Eion had to spend his glamour time wisely, Lysithea — Anastasia — could take as long as she wanted. Eat solo. Eat at her new apartment. Pick up food and eat in Negaspace where they could chat in his office.
That would be the option he'd prefer. But, it wasn't up to him. Would've liked if anyone on his team, or Kamacite, spent time in his office a little more, but that was never his call.
"Get you out of here, then." Eion burnt away into Faustite, who wrenched a cincher from nonexistence and wrapped it around his lit core. It would not mitigate all of his heat, but it was enough to bring him down to a fever. "Subordinate told me about a few places. How does lebanese sound?" He let the question linger as he held his hand out to her; there would be time to decide once they reached DC's rooftops, and smelled the wending aroma of dinnertime in full swing.
It would be a monumental effort to get Lysithea settled in, he knew, but he had to believe they could do it, and he had to believe Ashanite knew of a proper way to keep her there.It was better this way, he told himself. Better for everyone.
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