Would it ever be that Lutece might initiate such a thing? It seemed awfully
strange a thing for the lady to do all so abruptly. No, as mentioned before hand,
an act of this measure could only be called for when conditions had been at their
uttermost finest… Perhaps, she configured.
Perchance that there had been growing esteem on her part, along
with a budding sense of venture that has yet to make itself known.
Until a most favorable opportunity will cite itself, this bold recommendation will lie
in mind (not on her lips)… Although there hadn’t been a single ounce of chance
that precognition rested at her fingertips, there had been something which was
able to breed further encouragement: suspicion. It was likely, she hypothesized,
that the Ashford woman had been quite aware of the clash between ideals and
inclinations… Of course, she would act on it. Thus leading to the desired result.
Lutece barely pays mind to the statement.
The notion was feasible, but never would Rosalind confide in the public,
let alone her own sibling, for that matter. Warm gestures as these were never
exchanged between any, save for the occasion affections that took the form of
a gentle grip or even a stroke along the rim of his jaw bone… The devotion for
Robert exceeded any ever induced and his person took precedence, but no, this
information would never reach those ears— for his own sake. Rosalind hadn’t
wished to potentially strike nerves, but it would be much more beneficial to them
both if she remained silent.. That is, unless both these women had grown
excessively committed toward one another and been ruled vital.
Further more, Lutece hadn’t been the sort to act impulsively concerning these
salutes… Lest the conditions had called for it (which they presumably wouldn’t).
Had this matter progressed accordingly, there had been reason to speculate that
it would not be the physicist to initiate this embrace but instead, the scientist.
It meant no difference to her how this notion
would be brought about and made reality.
Lutece would say nothing. Neither would she imply an affirmation.
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It was on odd thought, the one that anyone could look at Rosalind and not think fondly of her. The woman was as beautiful as she was intelligent, but she supposed, Columbia had a way of revering the wrong kind of person. “Is there a reason why I should not?”
Yet such gestures of affection had always been limited, even dear Alfred did not receive as much genuine flattery. Something she’d think on later, surely. “I have missed you dearly. Tell me, won’t you, where your adventures led you?”
Not as bizarre as it was common. In spite of this aspect, the physicist
had failed to bare any personal interest with varying perspectives. Many regarded
her profoundly miraculous, others had not– thought her person was more valuable
in apropos of Columbia’s technologies. “That’s hardly for myself to decide.”
Countering with an ever so obscure pitch, but it had been enough for Ashford to
comprehend that it was mere play.
But another prospect these women held correspondingly.“Diverse locations,
Columbia being one of the most prominent in my excursions. But what of you,
Alexia? One could only presume that your life as of late had been much more
eventful than mine."
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Rosalind’s affirmation caused her smile to widen, an odd warmth resulting as the other spoke. Alexia watched, thumb running along the length of the other’s hand idly. Her kiss had not been met with anything but content, a perfect response. Perhaps another would be too soon.
“I am glad. Yes, I have been well. My brother has been gone some time, but I do not concern myself with such matters. Not when you have been absent.”
While it had been that this pair of uncannily akin women had indeed grown and watered the budding oddity between them, there lingered hesitancy. More so out of the deficiency concerning experience though, which of the two, had been all the more evident in that Lutece woman.
“You think so fondly of me.” A comment that had retained varying tendencies, the more evident being gratitude and empathy. It hadn’t been a burden, for just as much thought and heart had been entangled in the blonde as it was for the field (if not, slightly less)– but there would always be unease. It was simply in her nature. “Comforting now that I’m back where I’m familiar.”
Opposition wasn’t present and nor would it ever be when it came to the blonde’s method of recognition. Despite having been terribly unfamiliar with this sort of company, Lutece welcomed it with ever so subtle gestures: a shut of the eyes, the easing of both limbs and fingers, so on, so forth. With these sort of responses the woman needed no verbal affirmation. Alexia had been astutely observational and held the dexterity of a feline when pertaining to body language… One could only assume that by this greeting, she had been easily able to ease or charm anyone that might have crossed her path.
Thankfully, Lutece had been one of those few. While eyelids fluttered themselves ajar in order to get one final visual of the woman’s plum hued frock as Alexia departed, the apples of the physicist’s face had been flourishing. With her face now ruddy, brows uncoil and any soft composure was tightened, long gone and far off. Of course, sentiments were still spurting within her gut and were likely not to disappear any time soon. As long as she remained in mind, so did these tingles. Rosalind refused to let such effects obstruct her character though, which explained a rather callous expression riddling her freckled visage.
Alexia Ashford: the only woman whom induced collision regarding her sense of thought and principles had only now pressed her lips flush against her very flesh. Albeit it was only upon the apple of one of her cheeks, it meant more than one could ever fathom. Thoughts would spire and overrule any sort of performance that might have been expected from her.
Surely, it would make few wonder. For the only instance she had conducted herself in a resembling manner had been when she first began speaking with none other than her sibling, Robert.
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“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.
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“Rosalind…”
“Alexia. It has been some time since I've had
the pleasure of your ever so indulging company.”
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