Re: The Cat: Rae and Kratos
You could, Rae supposed, abhor suffering. You could seek to soothe it, to smooth the ructions between factions but she didn't. Lust was easy, too much to warrant satiation for long. She profited, or she survived, you could see it from either angle. It didn't much matter, given there was no imminent suffering or death in the bar. She sipped wine dark with tannins and she smiled into her palm. She hadn't baited the hook with anything more than a smile.
He retreated down the bar, and back and Rae uncoiled, like a feline curled on a chair might rise. Her spine was straight, the smile folded away and tamped down, like embers instead of the heat. "Manage well enough," she said, in direct contradiction of his confusion.
"I don't want children." Which was also true. Faithfully so, and she knew it largely didn't matter whether she wanted them or not if she'd had them at one point or another. Someone would flit through the miasma of living a life alongside the ordinary and grasp, and she'd the tiresome need to cut them off.
"But you did. Did you have no others?" She wasn't fishing so much as spearing now.