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Spend enough time around Y'shtola, and the notion of tackling the impossible simply for the sake of proving it can be done becomes commonplace. I suppose I'm simply used to it.
[before they exiled us from our home for it, Ryn remarks offhandedly, and Thancred quietly files that painful revelation away for some other time.]
Then answer for me your own question, from before. How do you see it all playing out, should we both earn a second chance at life?
[before they exiled us from our home for it, Ryn remarks offhandedly, and Thancred quietly files that painful revelation away for some other time.]
Then answer for me your own question, from before. How do you see it all playing out, should we both earn a second chance at life?
[surprise! he's just packed full of fun new little traumas like that.]
I suppose... I'd return to mine, and to the rest of the ren'dorei. Hope that what happened to me when I died doesn't stick and I don't just come back as a pawn of the void lords. You'd return to yours and the people you care for, either find a way to treat your ailing heart or just live whatever life you have left.
And if we could still reach each other, in some way, I imagine we might still speak, up until we didn't. Until you were gone again. I'd give it a handful of years if you don't take care of what killed you, maybe less.
I suppose... I'd return to mine, and to the rest of the ren'dorei. Hope that what happened to me when I died doesn't stick and I don't just come back as a pawn of the void lords. You'd return to yours and the people you care for, either find a way to treat your ailing heart or just live whatever life you have left.
And if we could still reach each other, in some way, I imagine we might still speak, up until we didn't. Until you were gone again. I'd give it a handful of years if you don't take care of what killed you, maybe less.
Is that one for me, or just for practice?
[Though he's sitting at the counter like a waiting customer, he's also leaning half-over it nosing around for baked goods that might be around. Where are the cookies or muffins or things one eats with their coffee order. WHERE ARE THEY.
This is weirdly domestic if you squint.]
[Though he's sitting at the counter like a waiting customer, he's also leaning half-over it nosing around for baked goods that might be around. Where are the cookies or muffins or things one eats with their coffee order. WHERE ARE THEY.
This is weirdly domestic if you squint.]
Now, then, for the remainder of my balance...
[He reaches down to pick up one of Ryn's hands where it's folded on the countertop, tugging it free and guiding it up to his mouth; the first kiss he offers is the very picture of gallantry, placed right at the curve of the knuckles on the back of Ryn's hand. The second follows after he guides him to turn his arm palm-up, and is placed on the inside of his wrist, over the pulse.]
Adequate?
[He reaches down to pick up one of Ryn's hands where it's folded on the countertop, tugging it free and guiding it up to his mouth; the first kiss he offers is the very picture of gallantry, placed right at the curve of the knuckles on the back of Ryn's hand. The second follows after he guides him to turn his arm palm-up, and is placed on the inside of his wrist, over the pulse.]
Adequate?
[even over gloves, those gestures are-- they feel so intimate, in a way, his ears flicking once more as a purple flush colors his face. this is very much a romantic sort of gesture, one that leaves him mentally bluescreening for a few moments before he manages to take his hand back.]
I- yes, adequate enough--
[he hurriedly turns around to go make himself a drink, but moves too quickly, before he's actually pulled his hand all the way back in-- the quick and slightly awkward turn, then, knocks over the latte currently sitting on the counter.]
I- yes, adequate enough--
[he hurriedly turns around to go make himself a drink, but moves too quickly, before he's actually pulled his hand all the way back in-- the quick and slightly awkward turn, then, knocks over the latte currently sitting on the counter.]
Hm...? — Ah, hells — !
[THAL'S BALLS THERE GOES THE LATTE and given the speed of the spilt liquid and the relative width of the countertop Thancred has maybe half a second to get out of the way before the hot beverage yeets itself all over his lap, and on one hand his reflexes are normally pretty good but
alex this is thancred Request: [1d20] Roll: [1] Result: 1
APPARENTLY THE DICE GODS HATE HIM SO.
good fucking luck, the entire front of Thancred's trousers, thou hast been latte'd.]
[THAL'S BALLS THERE GOES THE LATTE and given the speed of the spilt liquid and the relative width of the countertop Thancred has maybe half a second to get out of the way before the hot beverage yeets itself all over his lap, and on one hand his reflexes are normally pretty good but
alex this is thancred Request: [1d20] Roll: [1] Result: 1
APPARENTLY THE DICE GODS HATE HIM SO.
good fucking luck, the entire front of Thancred's trousers, thou hast been latte'd.]
[it is truly a sign of the imminent peril his most valuable attributes are currently in, that he doesn't even bother to make a sly remark about Ryn yelling at him to hurry up and take his pants off because he's too busy, y'know, getting them off
It's a particularly impressive feet considering his gunbreaker boots go up to like above the knee so presumably he had to shuck those off too so area man is just.
Boy everything sure happens a latte.]
Yeowch, that's hot!
It's a particularly impressive feet considering his gunbreaker boots go up to like above the knee so presumably he had to shuck those off too so area man is just.
Boy everything sure happens a latte.]
Yeowch, that's hot!
'zeyma's blasted tits just bring water and fast —
[Bud you can't possibly think a cool damp cloth is going to suffice here please just bring an entire glass of water and throw it all over the BURNING SENSATION
remember when this started out as a cute thread? pepperidge farm remembers]
[Bud you can't possibly think a cool damp cloth is going to suffice here please just bring an entire glass of water and throw it all over the BURNING SENSATION
remember when this started out as a cute thread? pepperidge farm remembers]
[Hi, Ryn, you will probably find him in one of the onsen's little side rooms today because realistically what is the likelihood that he's going to sleep in the dorm room and run any risk whatsoever of Harrow observing this travesty in any capacity? Zero.
Anyway it appears he's either not yet unfucked his pants or simply doesn't want to wear them in his current condition, because he's hanging out in his Fat Cat alternawear today — big soft hoodie, squishy-soft pajama pants, and dumb little cat slippers and all.
He's also manspreading like crazy which. Probably speaks for itself.]
Well, I suppose it's not the worst pain I've ever been in. Still, top five, perhaps.
Anyway it appears he's either not yet unfucked his pants or simply doesn't want to wear them in his current condition, because he's hanging out in his Fat Cat alternawear today — big soft hoodie, squishy-soft pajama pants, and dumb little cat slippers and all.
He's also manspreading like crazy which. Probably speaks for itself.]
Well, I suppose it's not the worst pain I've ever been in. Still, top five, perhaps.
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