[ Maya would be the first to admit that she was not really one for romance- she didn't understand how that sort of thing worked, nor did she really care to learn.
But since she had started traveling the galaxy, she'd been learning all sorts of things. Nothing about the origins of Sirens, no, but she's seen new species, new planets, new abilities. (She could pretty convincingly pass for a biotic, and not many people on this end of things had heard of Sirens, so it was a small blessing that she was able to blend in somewhat.) But wherever she found herself, Kasumi was sure to appear, be it with a job or a new book or an offer for lunch, and the Siren found herself missing the thief when she didn't show up.
It's been a long time since they last saw each other- in fact, their last meeting had been brief. Kasumi had just enough time to give Maya a small pile of wall-worn paperbacks and be on her way. They were mostly love stories, some a little more sappy than others, some a little more racy than others as well. Maya was finding whether she wanted to or not, she was learning a great deal about romance.
She's on some backwater little planet, ins some equally backwater little dive bar, pouring through one of those romance novels for probably the third time. She rather liked this one, though she couldn't say why. The main couple had been separated by circumstance, and had just reunited, when Maya glances up spots a familiar hooded figure moving through the crowd like smoke.
When she realizes it is indeed Kasumi, something in her chest flutters, and she can only think to herself, Oh. ]
because screw bakerstreet we do what we want (also I just wanted to use this icon)
But since she had started traveling the galaxy, she'd been learning all sorts of things. Nothing about the origins of Sirens, no, but she's seen new species, new planets, new abilities. (She could pretty convincingly pass for a biotic, and not many people on this end of things had heard of Sirens, so it was a small blessing that she was able to blend in somewhat.) But wherever she found herself, Kasumi was sure to appear, be it with a job or a new book or an offer for lunch, and the Siren found herself missing the thief when she didn't show up.
It's been a long time since they last saw each other- in fact, their last meeting had been brief. Kasumi had just enough time to give Maya a small pile of wall-worn paperbacks and be on her way. They were mostly love stories, some a little more sappy than others, some a little more racy than others as well. Maya was finding whether she wanted to or not, she was learning a great deal about romance.
She's on some backwater little planet, ins some equally backwater little dive bar, pouring through one of those romance novels for probably the third time. She rather liked this one, though she couldn't say why. The main couple had been separated by circumstance, and had just reunited, when Maya glances up spots a familiar hooded figure moving through the crowd like smoke.
When she realizes it is indeed Kasumi, something in her chest flutters, and she can only think to herself, Oh. ]