‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓕𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃 ᴏꜰ 𝓗𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻

quietly sipping on a glass of wine, peering over at the *reader.

⠀ ⠀ 💌📥 —— @aburnthill ⠀ ⠀

rubbing the sleep from her eyes … it’s far too early to surrender to slumber.

skipping pebbles across a pond, humming a soft tune to herself.

her smirk drops, unamused. “i’d bet it’s nothing like any gun you’re used to …” watching in minute curiousity, wondering just how this encounter will proceed.

pausing her motions & meeting her gaze, nodding. “overcomplicated? why don’t you take it for a spin and tell me why you think that is.” offering the blaster over with a quirked brow.

slight smirk, a chuckle befalling her lips. “well, what do you think it is?”

/ / stawpppp it u ☺️

barely sparing a glance, “a blaster.”

/ / TEEHEE HELLAUR

quietly cleaning her trusted blaster pistol …

sure syala had no word in. she returns her gaze to the duchess to witness her reaction to her next words, captivated by the urge to know for certain … “what, is that all you have to say? you didn’t miss me?”

eyes narrow slightly at her reaction, not quite pleased with the sarcasm in scoffing; she wasn’t sure what to expect, but she knew she was not a fan of this. she resumes her roaming about the penthouse, taking in the fine details she was +

her expression remains what it always has: calm. at last, her eyes are able to take in syala’s and she recognizes their unique glint; nostalgia burning. her pace halts, keeping adequate space between them. “so i am. the door was unlocked.”