Re: The Egyptian: Selina/Destiny
[She looked him over, even as he looked her over. She wondered, idly, if he always looked like this. Oh, the glasses hid his eyes, but he was tall, broad shoulders in the suit, and he didn't sound particularly young, silly, or riddled. It was interesting, the contradiction between this man and Edward, and the kitty cat would be lying if she didn't admit to comparing the two men. Apples and oranges, that was her first assessment, but it was a fickle thing, changeable and all depending on his actions.
She inclined her head when he talked about concepts, personifications, and she motioned to the couch opposite her.] Does the non-deity want something to drink while we talk? Or is that verboten?
[But his little comment about her possibly not liking what he had to say, the philosophy of it all, it had her pushing herself off the couch in a graceful move, fluid and without effort, as if her bones were made for such facility of movement. She crossed to the bar, and she pulled out a bottle of very dark, very expensive bourbon. She poured herself a sip, the glass crystal, prettily worked and catching the light, and she tipped it back with a smile still on her lips as she regarded him once more.] You'd be amazed at how much I tend to enjoy things I don't like to hear. Go ahead. I'm listening.