[Mariane recognizes the name on her wrist immediately, the man who met her at the Speakeasy and offered to be her friend. such things didn't happen often to her, so he stands out.
now, he stands out like a shining beacon.
she dresses not in her armor but in a white gown with white fur lining the bodice and sleeves, seeking out the feel of him linked to her.
she's called before she can find him herself and she responds readily, heading towards his apartment with a single-minded, yet tender expression on her face]
I am. Thank you for your efforts.
[which seems paltry in the wake of her feelings, but there's time for that later]
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now, he stands out like a shining beacon.
she dresses not in her armor but in a white gown with white fur lining the bodice and sleeves, seeking out the feel of him linked to her.
she's called before she can find him herself and she responds readily, heading towards his apartment with a single-minded, yet tender expression on her face]
I am. Thank you for your efforts.
[which seems paltry in the wake of her feelings, but there's time for that later]