Light and dark cannot exist without the other, yet it's also inevitable that they continue clashing against each other. It's all terribly clichéd, isn't it. That's not even getting into the whole "fate of the worlds" part, either. Ahaha...
[The quiet laughter doesn't reach her eyes, or much of her face. She can't even say she's joking, so all she can do is offer a small and deprecating smile. This does admittedly feel a little too smooth, but as someone who insists she's no preacher, it's probably the best case scenario she could ever hope for. He DID say himself: "it could've gone either way".
...Onto the last step, then.
She only makes the retrieval from her bag once she's sure she's got his attention, whether he's staring intently or his gaze simply happens to fall her way. Carefully held in her slightly raised left hand is a vial filled with a dark liquid, and an amulet with a strange design is propped up by the flat of her wrist from the same arm. He's free to scrutinize both objects at his leisure, she's not trying to cover any detail now that she's taken them out in the open. Quite the opposite, actually: her deliberate movements belied a silent insistence, that he at least take a look if he would so please...?]
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[Yet she doesn't elaborate, as if waiting for him to ask something first. Is she being a little too dramatic about this? Hm...]
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[The quiet laughter doesn't reach her eyes, or much of her face. She can't even say she's joking, so all she can do is offer a small and deprecating smile. This does admittedly feel a little too smooth, but as someone who insists she's no preacher, it's probably the best case scenario she could ever hope for. He DID say himself: "it could've gone either way".
...Onto the last step, then.
She only makes the retrieval from her bag once she's sure she's got his attention, whether he's staring intently or his gaze simply happens to fall her way. Carefully held in her slightly raised left hand is a vial filled with a dark liquid, and an amulet with a strange design is propped up by the flat of her wrist from the same arm. He's free to scrutinize both objects at his leisure, she's not trying to cover any detail now that she's taken them out in the open. Quite the opposite, actually: her deliberate movements belied a silent insistence, that he at least take a look if he would so please...?]
...
[Yet she doesn't elaborate, as if waiting for him to ask something first. Is she being a little too dramatic about this? Hm...]