[ gracious as always, the vice foreign minister knows how to accept a compliment -- but she does it humbly, without a primping her hair or smoothing out the folds of her dress. it's a calm acceptance and thanks. ]
I'll remember that, should I change my mind. Honestly, it's a little... weird not being trailed after by three to five guards disguised as dinner guests.
[ a few of une's top agents plus quatre, usually accompanying her as her "date," as nobody ever suspected the head of the winner corporation of being a gunman pilot. her eyes lifted up briefly to the highest spot in the room, the window of a what looked like a technician's box where sound and lighting was likely routed. were she back home, heero would've placed himself up there to keep watch over her from above. she did miss his eyes on her, and it had nothing to do with the school girl crush she'd had on him all those years ago, a crush she'd let go of prior to the war's end. she was confident in his ability to protect her; he made her feel safe. as nice of a break as being here was, the more she stayed her, the less protected she felt. relena was far from helpless, but for all the attempts she made at ditching her security, she was beginning to miss the comfort just knowing they were lingering near provided her with.
it was taking some adjusting to, but she hid it well, like any good politician would. ]
You could do so yourself, you know. Drink. As long as it's done in moderation, this time. I don't think I could manage to fish you out of a pool in this dress.
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[ gracious as always, the vice foreign minister knows how to accept a compliment -- but she does it humbly, without a primping her hair or smoothing out the folds of her dress. it's a calm acceptance and thanks. ]
I'll remember that, should I change my mind. Honestly, it's a little... weird not being trailed after by three to five guards disguised as dinner guests.
[ a few of une's top agents plus quatre, usually accompanying her as her "date," as nobody ever suspected the head of the winner corporation of being a gunman pilot. her eyes lifted up briefly to the highest spot in the room, the window of a what looked like a technician's box where sound and lighting was likely routed. were she back home, heero would've placed himself up there to keep watch over her from above. she did miss his eyes on her, and it had nothing to do with the school girl crush she'd had on him all those years ago, a crush she'd let go of prior to the war's end. she was confident in his ability to protect her; he made her feel safe. as nice of a break as being here was, the more she stayed her, the less protected she felt. relena was far from helpless, but for all the attempts she made at ditching her security, she was beginning to miss the comfort just knowing they were lingering near provided her with.
it was taking some adjusting to, but she hid it well, like any good politician would. ]
You could do so yourself, you know. Drink. As long as it's done in moderation, this time. I don't think I could manage to fish you out of a pool in this dress.