Mmm, well, if you do end up joining me, you'll meet him soon enough. He pulls more Raen from his mother's side, and his scales shine like the moon when they catch the light. [ Is it overly poetic and corny? Definitely. But Kharasar's expression softens with a rare and alien tenderness as she speaks, her cheeks coloring like blood on snow in spite of herself. ] He moves like the ocean. Sinuous. Unrelenting. Not unlike you in battle, darling, when I stop to think about it. We share a free company with an estate located in Shirogane... And my quarters are yours, should you decide to join us.
[ There's no small degree of hopefulness in her voice as she speaks, though she leaves out the fact that her holdings have, as of late, become the venue for her and Solis' preferred form of communion. Still, Koko works her magic without having to exert any effort to do so, as Kharasar silently vows to keep her proclivities relegated to Solis' room so long as her friend is living with her. Where Khara pulls, Koko gently maintains and naturally leads. Their relationship is symbiotic at its core, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
Much of Khara's personality is, honestly, Rook's; her ostentatiousness, her flirtatiousness, her cockiness and even her recklessness stem from following his example, though such traits come easy to her as breathing. Upholding the things Rook had bestowed upon her is Kharasar's way of keeping him alive long after his passing, from her personality to the comb decorated with a cluster of lilies that she keeps on her at all times.
Kharasar understands Koko's regret because it's her own; had their roles been reversed, she'd likely have felt the same way. But that isn't the case here, and she holds no ill will towards her friend for her absence. After all, fate had a strange way of twisting people apart as often as it pushed them together. Khara is just grateful she's able to make up for that lost time here and now. ] He would have tried to bed you, without a doubt. [ She laughs fondly, giving Koko's hand a squeeze. ] You're just his type: female and breathing.
[ Khara inclines her head slightly, though the corners of her mouth turn upwards. ] I have a proposal, then. Once your rental runs out, come join me in Hingashi. You needn't join the company-- though you will always have a place there!-- but I refuse to make you pay a single gil more than you have to. Consider my house and quarters yours, no strings attached. You may come and go as you please, and there's always room for one more in the jobs that Solis and I undertake.
[ A slight pause. ] Though-- and I mean this affectionately-- we will have to outfit you with a more... expanded wardrobe. Many of our undertakings involve rubbing elbows with nobility, and you know how finicky they can be. [ She gives a dismissive wave of her free hand. In truth, she has no idea what Koko knows of nobles, but she supposes that that's neither here nor there. ] Many of the jobs we take involve hunts, so there's no need to go shopping now, but I figure I should give you a fair warning, should you really and truly decide to join us. [ Khara fixes her with a lopsided, affectionate grin. ]
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[ There's no small degree of hopefulness in her voice as she speaks, though she leaves out the fact that her holdings have, as of late, become the venue for her and Solis' preferred form of communion. Still, Koko works her magic without having to exert any effort to do so, as Kharasar silently vows to keep her proclivities relegated to Solis' room so long as her friend is living with her. Where Khara pulls, Koko gently maintains and naturally leads. Their relationship is symbiotic at its core, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
Much of Khara's personality is, honestly, Rook's; her ostentatiousness, her flirtatiousness, her cockiness and even her recklessness stem from following his example, though such traits come easy to her as breathing. Upholding the things Rook had bestowed upon her is Kharasar's way of keeping him alive long after his passing, from her personality to the comb decorated with a cluster of lilies that she keeps on her at all times.
Kharasar understands Koko's regret because it's her own; had their roles been reversed, she'd likely have felt the same way. But that isn't the case here, and she holds no ill will towards her friend for her absence. After all, fate had a strange way of twisting people apart as often as it pushed them together. Khara is just grateful she's able to make up for that lost time here and now. ] He would have tried to bed you, without a doubt. [ She laughs fondly, giving Koko's hand a squeeze. ] You're just his type: female and breathing.
[ Khara inclines her head slightly, though the corners of her mouth turn upwards. ] I have a proposal, then. Once your rental runs out, come join me in Hingashi. You needn't join the company-- though you will always have a place there!-- but I refuse to make you pay a single gil more than you have to. Consider my house and quarters yours, no strings attached. You may come and go as you please, and there's always room for one more in the jobs that Solis and I undertake.
[ A slight pause. ] Though-- and I mean this affectionately-- we will have to outfit you with a more... expanded wardrobe. Many of our undertakings involve rubbing elbows with nobility, and you know how finicky they can be. [ She gives a dismissive wave of her free hand. In truth, she has no idea what Koko knows of nobles, but she supposes that that's neither here nor there. ] Many of the jobs we take involve hunts, so there's no need to go shopping now, but I figure I should give you a fair warning, should you really and truly decide to join us. [ Khara fixes her with a lopsided, affectionate grin. ]