we never discussed what happened between us.
pre-established connections. | accepting.
if she had come across any other native of the xianzhou, this may have ended up being a very different kind of day. the swordswoman brushes snowy hair away from her face, sea green eyes betraying her complex feelings towards. it reads like a bad joke, really. two xianzhou fugitives having a chance meeting in the dark expanse of the cosmos. at least they are on neutral ground, irelia muses to herself. she can't imagine there's many places in the universe; as large and wondrous as it may be, that an infamous stellaron hunter such as the scarred man sitting next to her can pass by freely.
⠀⠀⠀⠀taking a slow drink from her glass, irelia rests her chin on laced fingers; decidedly not looking at ren. but his eyes rest on her like coals. it's not as if he will simply walk away if she doesn't reply... right? she's tired of running, of the questions and comments from those she once would've been proud to call her allies. both the galaxy rangers and the xianzhou follows the arrows of lan... so why is she feeling so cornered?
⠀⠀⠀⠀" there... is nothing to discuss, ren. there is no us. " not when both of their memories are so blurred, like calligraphy that's been muddied by water. " are you staying for long? i'll buy you another drink as long as you don't speak of the past. " the peace offering is made with a small, wry smile. they may as well be different people. but the past will always run after her, all she can do is be honest about it to herself.