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She sounds like someone I'd get along with.
[a little hint of a smile, there. dramatic magical solutions to cheat death? he'd like to talk to her about it, at least.]
Tragic as it is- [the entire experience, not just the eyes,] they do suit you. More striking this way.
[a little hint of a smile, there. dramatic magical solutions to cheat death? he'd like to talk to her about it, at least.]
Tragic as it is- [the entire experience, not just the eyes,] they do suit you. More striking this way.
You couldn't, without knowing how I was before. I lost the ability to manipulate aether.
[His gaze goes askance a moment.]
Even if I'd had any aptitude for magic prior to our foray into the aetherial sea, it's gone now. I couldn't so much as create a spark if I tried.
[His gaze goes askance a moment.]
Even if I'd had any aptitude for magic prior to our foray into the aetherial sea, it's gone now. I couldn't so much as create a spark if I tried.
You do.
[He says, and leans up and forward in the same smooth motion like he's about to steal a kiss — but doesn't, and stops short just of making contact instead; conspicuously, there is no scent of mana-infused wine on his breath whatsoever.]
But at least now you've a stuffed Loporrit to keep you company while you're at it. Lucky, that.
[He says, and leans up and forward in the same smooth motion like he's about to steal a kiss — but doesn't, and stops short just of making contact instead; conspicuously, there is no scent of mana-infused wine on his breath whatsoever.]
But at least now you've a stuffed Loporrit to keep you company while you're at it. Lucky, that.
[both ears flick, when he does that-- rynlan doesn't flinch when he leans up and in, but it definitely gives him pause for a moment, waiting to see just what he intends to do with the gesture.
when the answer is nothing... well. he still doesn't lean back. if the choker's still a part of thancred's outfit, here, he just reaches up to trace it with one thumb.]
Definitely luckier than some here.
[you know, he's still alive and all.]
when the answer is nothing... well. he still doesn't lean back. if the choker's still a part of thancred's outfit, here, he just reaches up to trace it with one thumb.]
Definitely luckier than some here.
[you know, he's still alive and all.]
[oh like he would ever take off his slut collar please even lahabrea couldn't get that shit off him]
Now who's killing the mood?
[He lifts his chin a little, making it that much fractionally easier to reach his choker.]
For what it's worth, I like what I see when I lay eyes on you.
Now who's killing the mood?
[He lifts his chin a little, making it that much fractionally easier to reach his choker.]
For what it's worth, I like what I see when I lay eyes on you.
Indeed, and to be perfectly honest my calves will thank us for getting on with it.
[he has literally been on his toes this WHOLE TIME fucking tall elves]
If you're wondering? I stopped to see what you'd do about it. One of these times I'll tempt you into breaking your self-restraint.
[Smooch.]
[he has literally been on his toes this WHOLE TIME fucking tall elves]
If you're wondering? I stopped to see what you'd do about it. One of these times I'll tempt you into breaking your self-restraint.
[Smooch.]
[You know that thing that people do in romcoms feat. nerds where they reach up all cool and lift the glasses off their nose before kissing them? That's happening now. It's "see just how much shit he can get away with" time.]
Changing my mind? No. Questioning my sanity, mayhap.
Changing my mind? No. Questioning my sanity, mayhap.
[...ah. once again, he doesn't answer immediately, reaching up to touch the chain.
he tugs it out from beneath his robes, after a moment; it's a gold ring, scratched and dented, too large for ryn. when he speaks, it's with a very faint smile, his tone remaining quiet.]
It's something I gave someone else, actually.
he tugs it out from beneath his robes, after a moment; it's a gold ring, scratched and dented, too large for ryn. when he speaks, it's with a very faint smile, his tone remaining quiet.]
It's something I gave someone else, actually.
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