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. ]
Do they? [ the mischievous smile still has yet to leave koko's lips, and amusement is still plain in her tone. she doesn't think she's ever seen khara blush, nor has she heard the tenderness in her voice directed to someone else. ] I thank you for your generosity, my friend. I only hope I won't get in the way of you admiring those scales.
[ but most of all, koko is glad to see it: khara has been doing well despite everything she's gone through and has found someone whom she clearly admires. it feels almost silly for koko to have worried about her at all, but she supposes that she'll always worry about her friend for however long they are together. now that they've reunited, koko hopes that they will remain close for a long time.
fate does have a strange way of pushing and pulling people together, and koko supposes it was fate that guided her to khara again. their hands are still intertwined, heads bowed toward each other and talking as if no time had passed at all between them; khara discusses koko taking part in her free company and sharing her quarters as if she'd left a space for koko all along. whether khara intended to do so or not doesn't lessen the swell of warmth in her chest; the idea that she can still find that sense of belonging even now, so far away from her tribe and its customs. ]
He seemed like a man of simple tastes.
[ much like how khara herself tends to flirt with any male in her vicinity should she choose to. koko supposes that's where they differ; she's always been a little more withdrawn around strangers, opting to keep to herself in a crowd. perhaps that's what a lifetime of travel results in -- never staying too long in one place to establish her roots and form lasting bonds. her relationship with khara somehow stood the test to that, and now here they are: khara making plans without even missing a beat, weaving koko into her life seamlessly. ]
You know that I wouldn't do well in anything lavish. [ her smile turns sheepish instead, shaking her head. ] Perhaps I can pretend to be a scullery maid instead.
[ which, at the very least, still means that she intends to join khara. for better or worse. ]
Indeed they do. [ Kharasar's eyes take on a faraway quality when she speaks, Koko's amusement ringing fondly in her horns as she lets her words hang in the air. ] If anything, you should worry about what the sight of the two of you in one place will do to my vision; such radiance collected in one spot is sure to burn out my eyes and leave me blind for the rest of my days, with nothing but the beautiful memory of my two favorite people in one spot burnt into the hollows where my retinas should be.
[ When Khara laughs, it's soft but genuine, though her eyes travel to Koko's face as a sheepish expression clouds her features. In truth, Kharasar knows nothing of how to handle herself in this situation; she feels comfortable telling Koko all about her partner (in travel, in hunts, and most recently, in bed) should she let her, but at the same time, she wants to know so much more about where the years have taken her friend.
Whether she realized it or not, Khara had reserved a space for Koko, one that had been neglected over the years, but nonetheless deeply cared for. It wasn't until her friend was back in her presence that Khara felt completely and utterly whole, moreso than she ever had, and it was almost enough to set her to tears. ]
He was. You would have been far, far too good for him. [ She speaks with a certain affection for both Koko and Rook, gently squeezing her friend's hand between her own. ]
With a face like that? No one would believe you were a scullery maid. You'd be well-suited in the finest silks Ul'dah can offer, and I will see to it that you'll have some in every shade. [ Khara delivers this airily, lifting a hand to give a dismissive wave. ] But that's neither here nor there. Now that we're settled, [ and as far as Khara is concerned, they are ] I feel we've spent enough times talking about my comings and goings. Where have you been all of these years? What have you seen?
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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. ]
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[ but most of all, koko is glad to see it: khara has been doing well despite everything she's gone through and has found someone whom she clearly admires. it feels almost silly for koko to have worried about her at all, but she supposes that she'll always worry about her friend for however long they are together. now that they've reunited, koko hopes that they will remain close for a long time.
fate does have a strange way of pushing and pulling people together, and koko supposes it was fate that guided her to khara again. their hands are still intertwined, heads bowed toward each other and talking as if no time had passed at all between them; khara discusses koko taking part in her free company and sharing her quarters as if she'd left a space for koko all along. whether khara intended to do so or not doesn't lessen the swell of warmth in her chest; the idea that she can still find that sense of belonging even now, so far away from her tribe and its customs. ]
He seemed like a man of simple tastes.
[ much like how khara herself tends to flirt with any male in her vicinity should she choose to. koko supposes that's where they differ; she's always been a little more withdrawn around strangers, opting to keep to herself in a crowd. perhaps that's what a lifetime of travel results in -- never staying too long in one place to establish her roots and form lasting bonds. her relationship with khara somehow stood the test to that, and now here they are: khara making plans without even missing a beat, weaving koko into her life seamlessly. ]
You know that I wouldn't do well in anything lavish. [ her smile turns sheepish instead, shaking her head. ] Perhaps I can pretend to be a scullery maid instead.
[ which, at the very least, still means that she intends to join khara. for better or worse. ]
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[ When Khara laughs, it's soft but genuine, though her eyes travel to Koko's face as a sheepish expression clouds her features. In truth, Kharasar knows nothing of how to handle herself in this situation; she feels comfortable telling Koko all about her partner (in travel, in hunts, and most recently, in bed) should she let her, but at the same time, she wants to know so much more about where the years have taken her friend.
Whether she realized it or not, Khara had reserved a space for Koko, one that had been neglected over the years, but nonetheless deeply cared for. It wasn't until her friend was back in her presence that Khara felt completely and utterly whole, moreso than she ever had, and it was almost enough to set her to tears. ]
He was. You would have been far, far too good for him. [ She speaks with a certain affection for both Koko and Rook, gently squeezing her friend's hand between her own. ]
With a face like that? No one would believe you were a scullery maid. You'd be well-suited in the finest silks Ul'dah can offer, and I will see to it that you'll have some in every shade. [ Khara delivers this airily, lifting a hand to give a dismissive wave. ] But that's neither here nor there. Now that we're settled, [ and as far as Khara is concerned, they are ] I feel we've spent enough times talking about my comings and goings. Where have you been all of these years? What have you seen?