“You are so incredibly sweet.”
She chuckles, rubbing her thumb in a small circle against the muscular arms of Nem.
Sighing, she pulls back. Looking at the awkward incarnate.
“I’m very happy to see you, my dear. Truly. Your company is always a gift I am fortunate to have.”
Retribution clears her throat as if the action would dismiss the embarrassment she felt.
“Most of my chatting has been arguing with my brother, Momus. I am not sure that counts for much.”
Nemesis’ gaze flickers between the hand dancing across her skin and Tyche’s eyes. Ichor creeps up the column of her neck.
“I am glad to hear it.”
An eyebrow raises.
“Is that what you think is happening, hm?”
Tyche’s hand rises to touch her own cheek. Smiling fondly at the other.
“Today.” Luck reaches out toward Nem. Fingers walking up sculpted biceps. “I’d say I’m well, how about you?
I see you being a beautiful social butterfly.”
Return to me.” She calls out. Her lips curled in a small playful smile.
“And sit wherever you so desire, dear one. I’ll bring the tea to you.”
She motions to the expansive chamber about them. There were loveseats set about and not to far from Tyche.
A small table with seats
“Must I?”
Fortune questions with a quirked brow as she went about in gathering and preparing their tea.
Water is set to boil. Tea and cups are collected, moved to a counter that Lady Luck then leans upon.
Gazing at the incarnate of retribution. “Wherever you have gone.