⤷̲ correspondence with, @nightorne as shadowheart ... ❝ what's that supposed to mean? ❞ :·
the tiefling sits cross-legged beside the campfire, its flickering light painting her in a glow of molten gold, dancing along the curves of her cheeks and catching the cerulean tone of her skin as she pores over her newest treasure. a book rests open upon her lap, its cover dramatic in its display of an orcish man, all dark hair and stormy eyes, sweeping a pale, long-haired maiden into his arms as though fate itself orchestrated their romance. it is perfect, and quite possibly, the greatest thing she's ever read.
and to think, it had come from such an unassuming little bookshop, or at least, it seemed so ... until one slip past the velvet curtain and the true heart of the place is discovered, brimming with stories far more interesting than any shelf dare suggest. now, with only one unfortunate companion left awake, jester reads aloud with upmost enthusiasm — pausing for dramatic effect, little gasps and delighted hums. ❝ what do you mean, what's that supposed to mean? ❞ her head snaps up at once to shadowheart, eyes wide with one hand flying to her chest.
❝ it means he loves her, obviously! shadowheart, it's a love story. that's, like ... the whole point. they're going to fall super in love, you'll see. ❞ then, she groans and begins rifling back through the pages to begin chapter anew. ❝ you haven't been listening at all, have you? okay, wait, this part is really, really important. ❞ cleric straightens, clearing her throat with all the ceremony of a grand performer ... only to falter midway, her curiosity ever irrepressible.
❝ have you ever been in love before? ❞ the question slips free, as idle fingers brush the edge of the page. ❝ i don't really know what it's supposed to feel like. my mama said she was in love once, but i know it means more than just kissing — 'cause she does that like all the time ... like, a lot. it's kinda her job. ❞
