Lotus The eclectic slide
#51
COLD HANDS. She forgot. She flinched just the tiniest, her cat puffy over it, but held firm and listened.

Well.

It did definitely seem to have gone away. Asha felt... utterly free in a way she hadn't around Safi in a while.

She shook her head, then slowed uncertainly. "You have to... say it, right? You can't just. Think something with eye contact?"

Safi was looking around and Asha would follow but she didn't say that because she didn't know exactly why Safi was looking around.
#52
That was... a good question. She was pretty sure of the answer. "I think so. I mean, it can be another language." But, you know, it felt like that was something Asha would have noticed. Right? AH!

"Here, c'mere." She said, and would lead her through the store, away from the cards and the ears of people she really didn't need to overhear this. To the back, where she lead her into the storage room that had shelves stocked high with unpacked products, and a small desk with a computer displaying cameras on both the first and second floor.
#53
Another language. But she didn't remember him speaking any other languages around her.

The topic fell enough when Safi led her away from the cards and to... an office that looked like a porn setup she'd seen a few times. Maybe she was thinking like that because the last time Safi had taken her by the hand and led her somewhere, it was to her bedroom. And then before that it had been to her house. Out of that bar that had gotten blown up. That was where they'd met the first time. She'd been so upset that time before talking to her. What about?

Didn't matter.

"Didn't think I'd be getting lucky with you so soon," she commented with what was like, 70% humor. Unless...!

Her eyes traveled to the cameras though. Wild, how there was a club below them.
#54
There, more private. Which was great for talking about vampire things! But also... a big mistake! She realized that as soon as the door shut behind them, and Asha came in hot and heavy with the insinuations. Safiya hummed out a small laugh but dropped the hand with a sigh. Head shaking, she took Asha in. Damn. She'd had so many feelings for this girl over a year ago. But things had changed so much since then. So. Much.

Asha had made poor decisions, and Safi had done what she could to help her along in mending whatever it was that she'd shattered so completely. But she'd also learned about Asha, about herself, about the world in that time. She'd also found something she didn't think was worth letting go so easily. Lazarus was a mess, but he was hers. She was his mess, whether he'd really sought after it or not. He didn't reject it. Not to get all mushy or anything, but she loved that guy. And this was putting that at risk. He trusted her, she wasn't gonna betray that.

So she inhaled through a little grimcing laugh, head shaking some, "I don't think I saw that in those cards." She said apologetically. "I missed you a lot, but I'm with someone now." Like. With with.
#55
Dang, Safi. Way to take a mostly-joke and crush her with it.

Asha resisted the urge to say she was in a relationship too. Clearly that hadn't stopped Safi before when the tables were turned. Why did that matter, she wanted to say too. They could still be with each other and the other people they loved, couldn't they? Why was it when Safi was with with someone that it was suddenly different?

But she didn't say that. Her heart kinda just. Broke a little. Sort of wished she could just leave now. Sorta took a small step back, checking herself while she innerly wrecked herself.

"Cool. Didn't figure you for the monogamy type, considering," she half-grinned, trying to play it off all shruggy and stuff like it was no big deal.

It was a big deal. It was a door in her face that she'd just believed opened. Asha wanted to go home now and cry about it. Or maybe just to her car. Blinking a few times, she pulled out her phone, thought about faking a phone call. Didn't though. Just sort of fiddled with it, feeling stupid and deprived.
#56
Ouch. Just.

Big ouch.

She grinned because it was easier to do that. "It's... it's just different. I don't know. But we aren't at a point where we can talk about being open." She didn't think Lazarus would be down with it. Absolutely not. Not now, at least. She knew he was too jealous, too insecure. He had some stuff to work on with himself, first. Maybe in time. But who knew how long. It could be another century. Was she willing to wait that long? Maybe. It was still new. Still different. Safiya was still only twenty six years old.

All she knew was it would just be risking everything she'd worked so hard to help him achieve by asking to be able to fuck a girl she used to fuck. Not to mention, fucking Asha was just... always complicated. There was never a time where it wasn't. Even when she hadn't known what Asha was, there was a risk it it all. Beauregard had warned her against persuing Asha, and while she didn't think he was entirely right about her and how she ruined everything she touched, she did know it was... just. It didn't feel worth it. Not right now.
#57
Uh huh, cool, she wanted to exit this conversation and room and place and store and place and city!

"That's cool," she nodded, voice sounding a little weaker. She got it. Safi was off limits, not because a third party was forcing it to be that way, but because Safi wanted it to be that way.

It was fine. It wasn't fine. But it was fine. It. Was.

Hard. Life was hard. But she was being given a no and that was all she could do so.

"I, uh. Think I- my sister," she said, or attempted to say, and gave a little wave and did indeed attempt to leave it at that because she couldn't handle a broke heart in front of someone she really liked who was rejecting her.
#58
It... well. This was really fucking awful. Asha was trying to leave, and that in itself was... kind of heart breaking, really. Was she only ever interested her because they fucked and it was fun and risky? Was she bailing now because it wasn't worth it to get her number and stay in touch? Like... what? It hurt her in the pit of her chest, like someone had stuck a stake right through it. Get it? Sigh.

She wanted to stop her, grab her by the wrist and try and ask her. See if she cared more than that. See if she even wanted to bother trying to stay friends. She wanted to give Asha more credit, but what other conclusion could she draw?

By the time any words came to her lips, Asha was gone through the door.
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