( titanomyrma )

_{“Indeed, I have missed you.”
Uttered like some secret confession, the rarity of a smile reserved only for the physicist. Such sentimentality did not fit her.}

_{Slender hands reached over to take the other’s, an unnatural softness for a woman made of fire and ash, a quick, chaste kiss given as if it was nothing more than shaking hands. “You have been well, I hope?”}

    _{Warmth hadn’t been a characteristic often perceived, but as of this point it practically exuded her very being. Madam Ashford had been nothing but welcoming, a body which would always be associated with her contentedness.} 

    _{“Nothing but.” Countering with the faintest trace of satisfaction through her hasty gesture. Highly far from anticipated but not disliked whatsoever. “I could only imagine that you have been just as well?” If not, hopefully she would allow Lutece to tend toward this impasse.}