Re: Clout | 7-28-2020 | Afternoon
"I understood," she verified, "the universe can hand you your ass," she shrugged, "and it makes you think karma's a fairytale." In reality, a force of some kind existed to balance energies, but humans didn't get to set the scales.
The man she was standing opposite of began to disrobe his upper half and had just held her in his arms and told her she was sexy. Heavy breathing. Right, tattoos and other markings. After a small sigh that she passed off as an exhale post-concentration, she better examined the marks. A protection tattoo and some scars from past battles. With a nemesis no less. She'd have to ask more later, but at the moment she felt inclined to share...
The scales demanded it: fair was fair. "Don't be mad," she jested and locked eyes with him while her right hand busied itself behind her back. From her pocket, she produced a pen; her multitool. She clicked it on and then produced her left arm, tugging the rolled sleeve up fully with a tug from her teeth. The light switched from infrared to LED to UV, and then she shone it on her upper arm. What appeared to be light scarring began to glow. The Triple Moon was quickly discernable. The three goddesses, her father had suggested the ink as a nod to her foremothers. Her brothers had gotten similar UV tattoos, each with key protective elements. It had been decided by Forge during their early teen years that they probably needed some extra padding, so to speak.
"It isn't something most people know about. It's sort of the point of it. I haven't had the heart to ask Mateo to do it, so he has some protection charms hidden in his hair." She wasn't joking, but she smirked. "And now your necklace."
She took one of the recently-awarded stickers and placed it on the end of Nate's nose, then nodded seriously about the journal. "Silvercloud women don't like to be kept waiting," she clucked her tongue, then allowed herself to be embraced again. She breathed in the scents around them. Ions, aloe, sweat, steam, soil, and he was talking again. "Hm?" Hugs for stars. "That is an acceptable substitution." Her arms joined the hug and her cheek came to touch his bare shoulder. Her hand replaced her pen in her back pocket and she pulled slowly back, her boot thudding on the stone behind her.
"Every part of me is shouting that I shouldn't fight this. To be candid. Not the training; this." She gestured between them with a bit of desperation on her face. "It's..." Zap slowly exhaled through an o-shaped mouth, "a really, really... nice..." back on track, "distraction. I don't want to fuck this up." There was clearly important work and crucial learning to be done, but the elephant in the room was stomping around and knocking things over better than Jimmy ever could. She began rebuttoning Nathaniel's shirt then, as if she hadn't said anything since 'an acceptable substitution'.