[ It intrigues her to watch the boy attend to Angel. The sense of her confidante's pleasure at it all is apparent to her, and that pleases her in kind. They were both touch starved, Ilde cannot be jealous of Angel enjoying the softness any more than she would expect Angel to be jealous of her own forays. Angel deserved it, to be pampered and indulged, to be made to feel pretty.
Ilde has always merely been pretty, it was a statement made to her, a fact of her existence. She had never put any work in to it. It was a trait she took for granted, and when Gio had suggested all of this to her she had found it difficult to see the point. It had even made her uncomfortable. What if, in her attempts at beauty, she found only ugliness? Exposed something in herself other than the pretty virgin Dreus had adored.
She doesn't need to be that girl any more. She wipes off the peach colored lipstick with the back of her hand, and reaches once more for insolence. She speaks as she applies it in the compact. ]
Does your power have a name?
[ She remembers it, from when she had first met him in the garden. Another little boy awoken among the brood, she had worried for him, but now she realizes that he is far more capable than she gave him credit. So are the others. Though it hardly stops her from feeling sisterly towards them, such is the Hive.
She looks at the red color on her lips for a long moment before lowering the mirror. ]
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[ It intrigues her to watch the boy attend to Angel. The sense of her confidante's pleasure at it all is apparent to her, and that pleases her in kind. They were both touch starved, Ilde cannot be jealous of Angel enjoying the softness any more than she would expect Angel to be jealous of her own forays. Angel deserved it, to be pampered and indulged, to be made to feel pretty.
Ilde has always merely been pretty, it was a statement made to her, a fact of her existence. She had never put any work in to it. It was a trait she took for granted, and when Gio had suggested all of this to her she had found it difficult to see the point. It had even made her uncomfortable. What if, in her attempts at beauty, she found only ugliness? Exposed something in herself other than the pretty virgin Dreus had adored.
She doesn't need to be that girl any more. She wipes off the peach colored lipstick with the back of her hand, and reaches once more for insolence. She speaks as she applies it in the compact. ]
Does your power have a name?
[ She remembers it, from when she had first met him in the garden. Another little boy awoken among the brood, she had worried for him, but now she realizes that he is far more capable than she gave him credit. So are the others. Though it hardly stops her from feeling sisterly towards them, such is the Hive.
She looks at the red color on her lips for a long moment before lowering the mirror. ]
It is interesting how much a color changes you.
[ Red lips mature her. ]