@hobotics said: Aeolus would approach the other, his hand cupped around two glasses of fine wine. Of course, unlike most of his kind--Aeolus wouldn't prefer something sweet. He enjoyed the taste of the bitterness that this wine would bring. It's grapes were harvested in a small island thought of to be the home of Amazons. It didn't help that only female workers were allowed. One gold trimmed glass was given to the other; a small smile would stay faint upon his lips--looking out over the balcony.
|| 聖風 || :: he had always been someone with light footsteps. there was a moment of wonder from within her mind as to why he had a habit that stuck with him through the years. her own footsteps were LIGHT for she was in the war --- every mistake would’ve costed her too greatly if her presence was discovered earlier than planned.
“ --- for me ? ” eyes of CERULEAN landed upon the offered glass, and the quirk of lips returned in a content and grateful manner. gloved digits brought the glass to her nose, a small TWIRL for the scent to be stirred up and brought to her nostril. “ it’s been a while since i have tasted something like this. it’s considered a luxury of a beverage compares to other alcoholic drink. ” she took a small sip, letting the bitter taste coat her tongue and somehow --- she was reminded of the iron taste of BLOOD upon the battlefield. a kind of reminiscence of the past long gone.
a light smile offered his way. “ it suits you, though. ” was that a compliment, or a simple statement ? one would never know.
