#but that didnt stop Ram from flirting even tho she knew from the start that binch was fake

[ladyramora]

Familiar faces

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Moren can feel her gaze on him. An intensity that was very much unnerving. Nonetheless, he stumbles through answering her questions with only minimal stuttering. Wicked white, she was intimidating!

"If... If you should like to hear the story again," Moren stammers with a nervous smile, "I would be happy to tell it."

The woman tilts her head, eyes narrow, and then leans forward into his personal bubble.

Moren dips akwardly backward, heart thudding with nerves.

"Your face," the Exarch's guest says with a twist of her lips. "It vexes me."

Moren feels his face flush in embarrassment. His face...? "I... I beg your pardon?"

"Say something for me, will you?"

It is more of a demand than a question, but Moren finds himself nodding anyway.

"Good," the woman says, and then quotes, "Mark me, savior of the savages. There will be a reckoning."

Moren blinks, but does as she asks. The low, threatening way she had voiced the words far different from the way he himself repeats them.

The woman sits back on her heels, a thoughtful hum on her lips.

"I'll be damned." She mutters, eyeing him thoughtfully.

Moren blinks at her, book clutched to his chest and face still flushed from her proximity. "...Might I ask your reasoning for that?"

The woman smiles. and it is far more friendly. She leans close enough to twirl a lock of his hair around her finger, gazing deep into his eyes like she could see into his soul.

Moren feels twice as nervous in the face of this interest.

"You have one of those faces."

Moren touches a hand to his face. "Do I?"

The woman grins, and Moren is a bit taken aback by the sharpness of that toothy smile.

"A face like yours could be a weapon."

The woman pulls away then, and Moren feels like he can breathe again.

"Nice to meet you, pretty boy."

Moren flushes, voice cracking in a way that makes his voice squeak, "It's Moren! N..not pretty boy!"

The woman tilts her head, repeating, "Moren," like she was savoring it on her tongue.

She nods once. "It suits you. See you later, pretty boy."

Moren is doubly flustered by her refusal to call him by his name. "It... It's Moren!" he calls after her, the breath leaving his lungs in anxiety as she vaults over the side of the railing instead of using the stairs like a normal person.

Moren rushes to the edge with his heart in his throat as he looks down. The woman had landed in a crouch, completely fine like she did this all the time, and looks up as he gazes down at her. She waves to him, and Moren helplessly waves back. Staring after her as she leaves.

The Crystal Exarch's guests were a strange lot.