𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 .

SHE HAS RISEN.

( the charms are where she lets her gaze linger—especially as they shift and sway with the cars movement. her distant mind almost doesn’t catch xena’s words. ) i’m fine, really. i’m not supposed to talk much about my work. ( she turns that polite smile back on, eyes tired )

⠀ i don´t see why not⠀ׅ ﹙ beckoning her inside⠀ׅ ﹚

( she’s glad for an escape from her flustered state, laughing off the compliments as she rummages for the few coins in her pockets. ) i’ll be quick. ( a little nod and smile, and ducking out the door once the car is stopped. true to her word, she dials and pays ——

I do take polaroids. feel more romantic when you perfume them and give them as a gift. (shrugging, she smiles as crimson sets on her cheekbones.) you're beautiful too, by the way.

( the pauses in thought are frequent now, between statements. her poker face is only so good—it’s hard to hide the red on her own cheeks. ) please—i’m hardly anything special. but thank you. ( she laughs breathlessly, directing her gaze embarrassedly out the window. )

xena !——oh , xena , xena , xena . hi , hello . how are you , xena ? i missed you so so so so so much … you keep disappearing on me . why ?

“I think it's worth it.” she says before silence fills the vehicle once more. she breaks it briefly. “what would be the point of having conversations if we're always trying to... how do you say it?” there's some mumbling in a native tongue. “ah, save face.” nods. “mistakes are +

“sounds like being anxious.” she shrugs. “but it makes sense. knowing it all is relaxing, too. although I don't think you get a lot of time to relax here.” she turns back around as she was before, her back facing the entrance of the place. “you just seem... focused.”