Melinoe had yet to see Phonos not show up on time for anything, as methodical as he is and has to be. She offers a smile as the door is opened, even if it is not returned, revealing her in a dress of deep crimson, long-sleeves and falling just past her knees. While she does wear stockings, she remains barefoot, finding no need to wear shoes in her own home, even if she is having company. Her goal for both of them is to be comfortable, even though it seems more difficult than not to get him into such a state. The pleasant smell of herbs and roasted chicken waft out into the hall as she takes the moment to appreciate the form before her. Phonos is an incredibly handsome man, and it was rare for him to have anything out of place on his person… his current attire was impeccably him though there were times she’d thought he could grace the cover of any fashion magazine.
“Please come in,” she invites, pleased to take the bottle from him after she shuts the door. “I am glad that you came, Phonos.” And she sincerely means it. In truth, Meli had fully expected him to back out: He’d had time to think about everything that had transpired, and no doubt reiterate his intention of not being her ‘boyfriend’(she finds the term irritating), or continuing any relationship of that ilk. She would not press him further, though the elevator had obviously not been planned, to embrace the humanity he was so cruelly put into. She had tried, she had failed but for one brief moment in time in an elevator when she told him that she only wanted him to be.
She believes that she has been fair in allowing him what he had wanted of her: a working relationship with little else to account for it, and Melinoe is terribly unclear on how to proceed from this point after what had happened that afternoon. If he has little to no desire to have her for his own in terms of any relationship outside of their current standing, then he would need to move on from his jealousy when she sought other company than his.
She leads him further into her apartment. “I have made chicken piccata. I do hope you enjoy it.” Small talk. No sense in sitting in utter silence.
Forgive the choppy. I wrote it at work. lol
“Please come in,” she invites, pleased to take the bottle from him after she shuts the door. “I am glad that you came, Phonos.” And she sincerely means it. In truth, Meli had fully expected him to back out: He’d had time to think about everything that had transpired, and no doubt reiterate his intention of not being her ‘boyfriend’(she finds the term irritating), or continuing any relationship of that ilk. She would not press him further, though the elevator had obviously not been planned, to embrace the humanity he was so cruelly put into. She had tried, she had failed but for one brief moment in time in an elevator when she told him that she only wanted him to be.
She believes that she has been fair in allowing him what he had wanted of her: a working relationship with little else to account for it, and Melinoe is terribly unclear on how to proceed from this point after what had happened that afternoon. If he has little to no desire to have her for his own in terms of any relationship outside of their current standing, then he would need to move on from his jealousy when she sought other company than his.
She leads him further into her apartment. “I have made chicken piccata. I do hope you enjoy it.” Small talk. No sense in sitting in utter silence.