Like a deer in the headlights, the Hunter let out a squeak as the Warlock reached out and pulled her to her side. The conflicting colors of how gentle the woman looked and soft features written upon her face, definitely not to be mistaken for someone who didn’t know their strength.
The oddity of passive aggressive compassion - yes, this is what she’ll call it for now. Unable to read either of the twins and their stories from looks, it was by the minute did she feel herself being pulled closer and closer in her habit. The gluttonous need of knowledge and whereabouts – who were they, and what were their stories.
“ I – Oh - Okay, “ another attempt at word, like children blocks, all dropped on the floor in coincidental order. It’s with another breath does Selene recollect her bearings, mentally picking up the blocks and trying anew to construct something remotely sane. To be patient with her inner voice, and careful with her tongue as she tries again to be less… incompetent.
“ I had mistaken your sister for… well, “ she speaks, clasping her hands together in her lap as she fidgets both index fingers against one another. “ – I wanted to thank you, for the other day. Out in the Crucible.. I hadn’t meant to cause you your score. I just, I had made a deal with a friend - that I’d give it a go – and I - “
You’re blabbing off again.
“ …I didn’t… think it’d be so scary. Compared to being out in the field… where you know who the enemy is. Fighting against other Guardians just seemed.. alien to me. “
It wasn’t like it used to be in the old days. Back when everyone no matter if 'Guardian' or not became a foe in the blink of an eye over pointless things or land that didn’t belong to anyone. She was glad that times had changed. That now all Guardians stood for an idea. For something bigger. The protection of humanity.
But did that mean that things had become easier?
“We are all Guardians fighting for the same thing. But can you really trust every single one of them? Crucible not only offers you an option to train some more but also.... reminds us of how easy it is to get betrayed by your own pe-”
Zhanna gasped as her sister started to join in on the conversation, swiftly getting up from her spot to interrupt her from going into more details than necessary by forcefully closing her mouth.
“Really? What is it with you having to tell everyone about your bloody tendencies and useless outdated drama!!? Just don’t,” she warned, pointed look focused on the almost pouting expression in front of her. “Don’t give me that face.”
“You are not my mum,” the Titan whined once more. Words muffled through her sister's hand and impulsively licked over the offered palm. Which resulted in a shriek and a new bruise to her present collection of how-many-times-can-I-get-away-with-my-bs.
The answer to that was zero.
“Sit your ass down! I don’t wanna hear a single thing from you!”
“But I need to breathe and technically you ca-”
“Don’t finish that sentence.”
“I swear to the Nine. Don’t test my patience.”
With an exaggerated huff, the Titan twin sat down some feet away and crossed her arms, still pouting. Her behavior in stark contrast with what everyone else saw and feared during Crucible or in the open field. But she'd be lying if she said that this wasn't also part of her sister's charm. Many Guardians felt at ease around her during conversations despite their scary experience during a match.
Turning back around, Zhanna smiled apologetically at the Hunter.
"Well, not exactly what I had wanted to say but in the end, it's just something one gets used to or - you avoid Crucible altogether. And there is no shame in that."
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