“Me, jealous? That would imply that I care.”
❛ care? ❜ they repeat, glancing up at yuliya from where they examined the outfit drawn up from them. it needed to be different to be special from their ordinary garb, no matter how practical or ornamental it already was. no, the parties after the coronation required extra frippery, for their jacket to be white with gold trimmings, longer and textured and so much effort for a night few would be lucid enough to remember.
they shrug as they hand back the sheaf of papers, happy with the look (sel had insisted for yuliya to get them something special, and it was one of the few things sayf couldn’t be bothered to argue back about). ❛ it was an off-hand comment about my status, i apologise if i touched a nerve. ❜
it had been an off-hand comment to one of it’s kind, and though they were, at this point, immune to yuliya’s sudden snapping like a turtle, it didn’t mean they didn’t enjoy giving it back just as sarcastically.