Both of them walked down the corridors leading back to the Charming Rover, devising playfully as they did so. Not exactly looking like a couple, or even close friends... But the grim austerity of their first walk through these halls was all but gone. The virtues of Gallic gastronomy in action and nothing else, Chanteloup thought aside, attempting to convince herself. As she entertained her host, she reflected on the world that awaited her out there, the battles left to fight... And the fight left in her. Not much. Enough ?
A strange melancholy suddenly washed over her. Forlorn, distant thoughts, instinctive fears and desires. She needed to be alone. But she also craved pleasant company. And there happened to be a gallant, if a little concupiscent adventurer walking next to her. Walking... Walking up to an airlock. The airlock. To his ship. Guarded by her men.
She brushed those shapeless thoughts aside in an instant. All formal, she extended her hand to Vertiga.
"This will be where we part ways, monsieur Vertiga. Congratulations on your visa. I would have enjoyed giving you a tour of the area, but there is a galactic-scale conflict I must return to. And besides, your lovely companion is probably cackling with excitement at the thought of showing you around herself, if I remember her character correctly. So then : until we meet again, wherever that will be." Hand still extended, she gazed into Vertiga's mesmerising eyes, searching, seeing much but still puzzled by this suave enigma of a man.
Then, it hit her, out of nowhere. Their paths would cross again.
(06-14-2019, 12:25 PM)Sombra Hookier Wrote: If everyone was a bit more like Lanakov, the entire world would be more positive. Including pregnancy tests.
