She supposes. The General is hot. In like. The way an earthquake is hot. Or the way a sudden jagged cut of a cliff has... an... appeal? So. Like.
It's not that people in the Little Palace haven't tried, with Kirigan. He is objectively good-looking. And power is a strong aphrodisiac, and Kirigan has power. Kirigan also controls shadows, Alina controls the sun; they are unique in their abilities, she can see the draw... she... supposes.
Sort of. See. The thing is. Nina's had quite a bit of experience in this. And every experience she's ever had pales to what she has with Matthias, and they haven't even kissed yet, because they are a wholehearted and unabashed clash of souls. They are, each of them, themselves with the other person, and anything less would never satisfy. And this, to her, sounds like Alina is making herself small in order to please the person who should be lifting her up and helping her see her own power, her own strength.
But she could be reading into it. Now is not the time to act yet, or even to ask. This strikes Nina as the first disingenuous thing that Alina has told her, and if that is the case, the other girl must have a reason. So Nina won't corner her on it yet, they have time, and she knows when to extend a rope.
So Nina smiles a little and nods. ] Bulletproof cloth is a solid appeal. I'll probably wear it when I venture out of the camp. Inside the camp, though, I'm more worried about heatstroke than bullets.
[ Nina bends over to towel dry her hair, speaking through the sheet of it: ] You could always consider saving it for when you want to make that kind of impression.
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She supposes. The General is hot. In like. The way an earthquake is hot. Or the way a sudden jagged cut of a cliff has... an... appeal? So. Like.
It's not that people in the Little Palace haven't tried, with Kirigan. He is objectively good-looking. And power is a strong aphrodisiac, and Kirigan has power. Kirigan also controls shadows, Alina controls the sun; they are unique in their abilities, she can see the draw... she... supposes.
Sort of. See. The thing is. Nina's had quite a bit of experience in this. And every experience she's ever had pales to what she has with Matthias, and they haven't even kissed yet, because they are a wholehearted and unabashed clash of souls. They are, each of them, themselves with the other person, and anything less would never satisfy. And this, to her, sounds like Alina is making herself small in order to please the person who should be lifting her up and helping her see her own power, her own strength.
But she could be reading into it. Now is not the time to act yet, or even to ask. This strikes Nina as the first disingenuous thing that Alina has told her, and if that is the case, the other girl must have a reason. So Nina won't corner her on it yet, they have time, and she knows when to extend a rope.
So Nina smiles a little and nods. ] Bulletproof cloth is a solid appeal. I'll probably wear it when I venture out of the camp. Inside the camp, though, I'm more worried about heatstroke than bullets.
[ Nina bends over to towel dry her hair, speaking through the sheet of it: ] You could always consider saving it for when you want to make that kind of impression.