Ainori

          Scents from inside the suit intertwined their intentions with the sights of tangled and tessellated hair illumed by firefly LED's, spiking my circulation with memories and murmurs of dopamine.          I took her by the gaze; she steered her sight away from mine. I led her through a glance that involved no scuffling of hands.          She was one of two wayward strangers passing in the cosmos; two separate glances met as objects in motion tending to motion. People aren't the same however.          Drifter was the term we were known as, people cast off of vessels and ships, mostly by accident, condemned to trudge about the univ