[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.
[...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.]
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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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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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[And strangely enough, that makes him smile, too. Small, and a little distant, and maybe even a little nostalgic.]
The owner of that's not going to come for my head, are they?
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