[Rationally, it should occur to him that the way he's behaving isn't — well, it is the sort of thing he'd do, just in a wildly different set of circumstances. The sort where there weren't more pressing questions of security and safety to demand his attention. The sort where he wasn't alone, bereft of the comrades he'd entrust his life to on a moment's notice.
It should occur to him that prioritizing pleasure over just about every other possible concern in the book isn't like him. And yet here he is, with the taste of Sharlayan memories on his tongue and a blue void Elezen's hair tendrils tying lovers' knots around his wrist.]
And yet I'm not altogether tempted to let you go far enough to reach it.
You prefer me over it? High praise- but I don't really expect anything less.
[be a little more smug, why don't you, ryn.
there's nothing out of the ordinary for him, though; he's well-practiced in escapism, in duality. in leaning into this sort of thing to avoid dealing with the rest, taking what he's able to wherever he can get it, and indulging his pride and vanity while he's at it. rynlan might well do this without the drink's encouragement.
he doesn't move to lean away so he can reach for the glass, seemingly just as content here.]
[And there's really no academic purpose to excuse the second kiss that follows after the first, but probably they can think of one later if they really try. Maybe.
As his hand shifts minutely again from head and tendril-hair to settle at the back of Ryn's neck, his fingers happen across that thin gold chain from earlier, and after a moment's hesitation he rolls it against the pads of his fingertips, seemingly in idle thought.]
I wonder who gave this to you. Someone lucky, to be sure.
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[Rationally, it should occur to him that the way he's behaving isn't — well, it is the sort of thing he'd do, just in a wildly different set of circumstances. The sort where there weren't more pressing questions of security and safety to demand his attention. The sort where he wasn't alone, bereft of the comrades he'd entrust his life to on a moment's notice.
It should occur to him that prioritizing pleasure over just about every other possible concern in the book isn't like him. And yet here he is, with the taste of Sharlayan memories on his tongue and a blue void Elezen's hair tendrils tying lovers' knots around his wrist.]
And yet I'm not altogether tempted to let you go far enough to reach it.
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[be a little more smug, why don't you, ryn.
there's nothing out of the ordinary for him, though; he's well-practiced in escapism, in duality. in leaning into this sort of thing to avoid dealing with the rest, taking what he's able to wherever he can get it, and indulging his pride and vanity while he's at it. rynlan might well do this without the drink's encouragement.
he doesn't move to lean away so he can reach for the glass, seemingly just as content here.]
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[And there's really no academic purpose to excuse the second kiss that follows after the first, but probably they can think of one later if they really try. Maybe.
As his hand shifts minutely again from head and tendril-hair to settle at the back of Ryn's neck, his fingers happen across that thin gold chain from earlier, and after a moment's hesitation he rolls it against the pads of his fingertips, seemingly in idle thought.]
I wonder who gave this to you. Someone lucky, to be sure.