Where Angels Fly

[Akura]

Michael kept having to mentally kick himself every time his mind wandered and he found himself simply staring at her, entranced by her presence. She was very good company, telling amusing and adventurous tales of her travels, never failing to smile.

He wanted to tell her about himself, but his past was painful, and would only bring the mood down, yet she understood him, something in her eyes let him know that she felt what he felt.
Something about 'Luxuria', he wanted to question her about it, her past, but they were having such a great time, he didn't want to ruin it.

"...and then he showed me this awesome battleship they'd been hiding in Magellan of all places!" she smiled, reminiscing of her meeting with the Hellfire Legion.

"How could you even hide a Dreadnaught in plain sight like that?" he chuckled,

"That was a fun day..." she sipped her drink again, the light alcohol not spoiling her palette, "And then there was the time Crissy tried to convince me a Legate could cause an eclipse over Crete if positioned right"

"That's just silly" Michael smiled, pondering the possibility of such an act,

She continued with her wild tale, telling of her adventures with her friend the Corsair, her hand found itself next to his. Michael gently slipped his fingers inbetween hers, and softly squeezed.
She responded, her eyes sparkling with joy as she finished the end of her story.

Georgia sighed, sipping the last of her drink and pausing to look across.

"Tell me about yourself!" she beamed, squeezing his hand back,

"Well, I- Err... don't think..." his words trailed off as he noticed she had shifted along the table closer to him.
Her radiant smile warmed his heart, he felt connected to her at last, gazing into her eyes again.

"Come with me!" she stood up, tugging on his arm, "I have something to show you"

She indicated to the door, grabbing her coat.