Ah...how to sum up such catastrophe in just a few mere sentences? They were a casualty of being tossed in and out of death, I suppose. 'Tis a favorite invocation of a dear reckless comrade of mine — solving her problems by flinging herself into the Great Beyond.
[He shrugs slightly.]
The alternative was to be crushed under a falling ceiling or execution on false charges of treason. On the balance, I suppose the loss of a perfectly good set of honey-brown eyes is a worthy enough sacrifice in exchange.
[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.]
[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.
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[He shrugs slightly.]
The alternative was to be crushed under a falling ceiling or execution on false charges of treason. On the balance, I suppose the loss of a perfectly good set of honey-brown eyes is a worthy enough sacrifice in exchange.
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[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.
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[He considers a moment. This really isn't about him, but also, it's emotional vulnerability week.]
And disabled me.
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[both ears flick, there, watching him with a mix of restrained curiosity and-- well. understanding, maybe.]
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[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.
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[a loss, involuntary, nothing to do with his own choices.]
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[A pause, here.]
Look for your reflection in another person, not in a mirror. It's not just kinder that way — it's truer, as well.
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[after a pause, though:]
I'd prefer if other people didn't know enough for that to happen.
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[Interestingly, he doesn't sound like he's judging. Commiserating, maybe? Who could really say.]
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[and after a while, it's just- how things are.]
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[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.
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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.]
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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.
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[he hooks a finger under the choker, there.]
But like I said-- the eyes really do suit you.
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Do you? Mayhap I should remind you — a few more times at least.
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[hmm. one ear flicks again.]
But I think you might have had something else in mind?
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[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.]
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and then when he leans back he leans right back up out of reach. hehe.]
I was waiting to see how long you'd last.
[horrible fucking elf.]
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[why is he surrounded by the most horrible fucking elves it's like he's a magnet for them]
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Don't tell me you're changing your mind already.
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Changing my mind? No. Questioning my sanity, mayhap.
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[a couple hair tentacles brush forward to touch his hand, when he removes ryn's glasses, but he allows this as well.]
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[Hmmmm.]
Permit me a question? I'll even trade you, one mildly invasive inquiry for another.
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Ask, and if I won't answer then you won't owe me one either.
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[And Ryn gets a quick smooch, as if to convey no hard feelings. Keep the mood light. That sort of thing.]
Who gave you your necklace?
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