❝ does the city not befit me — ? ❞
glancing upwards, he’s only slightly surprised now, to be visited without warning, just home from work, he’s not altogether sure which one she is, be it greek god or pagan god, angel or demon, he doesn’t know, he’s not afraid and he’s not sky to pull off the jacket and run soot-stained fingers through soot-stained golden hair.
❝ ——— and you might be? ❞
' anna. '
not anael, though providing her full and true name might've better revealed her nature and intentions to him. but she doesn't have to wear the responsibility of holiness anymore, and so she doesn't. she's just anna. perhaps a smile ghosts across her face, perhaps it doesn't. either way, her manner is one of soft amiability. she intends on bringing no battle to the warrior, however he might or might not thirst for it.
' the city fits you perfectly fine. but greece fit you a little better. or have you found a firmer calling here ? '
she's one well- acquainted with finding peace outside of her proverbial home nest, after all.
