[She corrects him curtly, lips still curled around the edge of the glass.]
Right before the turnover, incidentally. I just switched over. I never went up to New England intentionally; those fucking repressed bumpkins were paranoid enough to hang their own based purely on rumor of the supernatural. It was never worth the headache.
[She catches the flick of gold-flecked eyes; it's interesting, that even with his glamour, that slight bit of unnatural slips through. Cadence's own, a pair that are a blue that's not quite green, meet his accordingly. Centuries ago, before she'd made the journey away from the Greek isles, a sailor had told her that her eyes had reminded him of the sea (a cliche that hadn't impressed, to say the least.) What he had followed it up with, however, had actually surprised her: he hadn't been reminded of the surrounding clear Mediterranean waters, but rather the dark depths of the Baltics. He'd said that it reminded him of the Northern seas right before a major storm, how it looked like the very waters would rise up to swallow the crews whole.
Cadence had his liver later that evening, but the conversation hadn't made it sit well. It was the only time she'd ever truly been unnerved.]
And you? How many years did you sit out there watching others pan your gold before you decided to come back to the East and finding a nicer hiding spot for it?
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[She corrects him curtly, lips still curled around the edge of the glass.]
Right before the turnover, incidentally. I just switched over. I never went up to New England intentionally; those fucking repressed bumpkins were paranoid enough to hang their own based purely on rumor of the supernatural. It was never worth the headache.
[She catches the flick of gold-flecked eyes; it's interesting, that even with his glamour, that slight bit of unnatural slips through. Cadence's own, a pair that are a blue that's not quite green, meet his accordingly. Centuries ago, before she'd made the journey away from the Greek isles, a sailor had told her that her eyes had reminded him of the sea (a cliche that hadn't impressed, to say the least.) What he had followed it up with, however, had actually surprised her: he hadn't been reminded of the surrounding clear Mediterranean waters, but rather the dark depths of the Baltics. He'd said that it reminded him of the Northern seas right before a major storm, how it looked like the very waters would rise up to swallow the crews whole.
Cadence had his liver later that evening, but the conversation hadn't made it sit well. It was the only time she'd ever truly been unnerved.]
And you? How many years did you sit out there watching others pan your gold before you decided to come back to the East and finding a nicer hiding spot for it?