May the Song Journey On (Evony)
Aug 26, 2013 20:58:13 GMT -5
Post by Evony Vasiliev on Aug 26, 2013 20:58:13 GMT -5
A smile crept up on Evy's lips, the faintest hint of a blush trawling across her porcelain cheeks as she carefully prepared the girl's toes for the incoming onslaught. Her face was hidden by the waterfall of cerulean, there was no way Lucy was going to see the blush unless she somehow chose to randomly kiss her again. "Nah, I'll tell her you like to sleep with me." Evy retorted, bringing herself closer so that the pillow rested on her legs.
With Lucy's feet right in front of her the Blue bird carefully filed away to give them some shapely quality, they weren't bad looking they were just in need of some much required reinvigorating. Lucy's stray comment did force the girl to pause however, her blue eyes glancing at the tattoo atop her foot. Was this the hearthstone? She had no idea what that was, probably something nerdy that the Australian knew all about. But it was a pretty little design anyways and Evy carefully trickled her finger against it, not entirely worried if she tickled the girl. "It's very nice." She smiled, before quickly returning to the pedicure.
Having left the toe separators back in her dorm room the girl had to improvise and as a result she kept her dainty little fingers in between each toe, as if she were holding it like a hand. The sight alone was enough to make her chuckle and she quickly went to work adding the deep real colour to the largest digit.
Where're you from?
The question actually caught Evony off guard, her fingers tensing around Lucy's foot as a horde of sights, sounds and sensation began to plague her memory. An orphanage, a doting father, a colourful family, war, blood...blood. Shaking her head as if it would rid her mind of mental playback she slowly glanced back up at Lucy, her hands resting on the girl's foot. "I uhh...I think I'm Russian." She said quietly, pursing her lips as she attempted to work out what her beloved father had told her. Not even he knew where he original parents were from.
"But I've been told I might be Swedish...or even German." She shrugged, releasing a deep sigh whislt lightly tapping her fingers against the girl's ankle. "Let's just say I'm European okay." Evony nodded, frowning to herself over how badly that was answered. Not even she knew where she was from, so such a question felt like a mega smack in the face. "So what about you huh? New Zealand right?" She uttered with a mischievous tone, wanting to see Lucy's reaction at the daring suggestion. But at least it would take the focus off her, anything to stay away from that confusing territory.
With Lucy's feet right in front of her the Blue bird carefully filed away to give them some shapely quality, they weren't bad looking they were just in need of some much required reinvigorating. Lucy's stray comment did force the girl to pause however, her blue eyes glancing at the tattoo atop her foot. Was this the hearthstone? She had no idea what that was, probably something nerdy that the Australian knew all about. But it was a pretty little design anyways and Evy carefully trickled her finger against it, not entirely worried if she tickled the girl. "It's very nice." She smiled, before quickly returning to the pedicure.
Having left the toe separators back in her dorm room the girl had to improvise and as a result she kept her dainty little fingers in between each toe, as if she were holding it like a hand. The sight alone was enough to make her chuckle and she quickly went to work adding the deep real colour to the largest digit.
Where're you from?
The question actually caught Evony off guard, her fingers tensing around Lucy's foot as a horde of sights, sounds and sensation began to plague her memory. An orphanage, a doting father, a colourful family, war, blood...blood. Shaking her head as if it would rid her mind of mental playback she slowly glanced back up at Lucy, her hands resting on the girl's foot. "I uhh...I think I'm Russian." She said quietly, pursing her lips as she attempted to work out what her beloved father had told her. Not even he knew where he original parents were from.
"But I've been told I might be Swedish...or even German." She shrugged, releasing a deep sigh whislt lightly tapping her fingers against the girl's ankle. "Let's just say I'm European okay." Evony nodded, frowning to herself over how badly that was answered. Not even she knew where she was from, so such a question felt like a mega smack in the face. "So what about you huh? New Zealand right?" She uttered with a mischievous tone, wanting to see Lucy's reaction at the daring suggestion. But at least it would take the focus off her, anything to stay away from that confusing territory.