Death isn't quite the same, exactly, as where she'd been — entombed, sealed away for hundreds of years, experiencing a dreamless sleep but fully aware of all that time passing by just out of her reach. No wonder, then, by the time she'd been resurrected, she'd had her sights keenly set on securing power for herself in whatever form she could.
But she merely watches him calmly, as he nears her, lifting her chin to keep him in her line of sight, until he's close enough for her to reach out and touch if she so chooses. She doesn't, but she can feel the tension of perception crackling in the air, in the spaces between what they say and what they don't.
"Suppose I'm very good at that," she murmurs. "And, along those lines, sensing that we could be... of use to each other."
no worries! happy to keep it going if you want
Death isn't quite the same, exactly, as where she'd been — entombed, sealed away for hundreds of years, experiencing a dreamless sleep but fully aware of all that time passing by just out of her reach. No wonder, then, by the time she'd been resurrected, she'd had her sights keenly set on securing power for herself in whatever form she could.
But she merely watches him calmly, as he nears her, lifting her chin to keep him in her line of sight, until he's close enough for her to reach out and touch if she so chooses. She doesn't, but she can feel the tension of perception crackling in the air, in the spaces between what they say and what they don't.
"Suppose I'm very good at that," she murmurs. "And, along those lines, sensing that we could be... of use to each other."