[superhell pcs] thancred

[voidshift]

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[onlythans]

[Oh. Well, that's. Speaking of eyes, just look at his pupils dilate.]

Do you? Mayhap I should remind you — a few more times at least.

[voidshift]

I'll never say no to hearing it.

[hmm. one ear flicks again.]

But I think you might have had something else in mind?

[onlythans]

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.]

[voidshift]

[he allows the smooch, leaning down so that thancred can stop standing on his toes...

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.]

[onlythans]

And after I destroyed a house of mirrors for you. Callous.

[why is he surrounded by the most horrible fucking elves it's like he's a magnet for them]

[voidshift]

[okay, okay, he leans down to allow another smooch.]

Don't tell me you're changing your mind already.

[onlythans]

[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.

[voidshift]

Questioning your sanity-- come on, it's not that bad.

[a couple hair tentacles brush forward to touch his hand, when he removes ryn's glasses, but he allows this as well.]

[onlythans]

Knowingly and willingly subjecting myself to such torment.

[Hmmmm.]

Permit me a question? I'll even trade you, one mildly invasive inquiry for another.

[voidshift]

[hmmm. he considers, a few moments.]

Ask, and if I won't answer then you won't owe me one either.

[onlythans]

That's fair.

[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?

[voidshift]

[...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.

[onlythans]

...Ah.

[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?

[voidshift]

I'd be very surprised if he did, considering he's been dead a decade or so.

[a slight shrug. there's not as much lightness in his tone as he maybe wants there to be, like he's trying to prove he can do it and not quite making it there.]

[onlythans]

[In any other situation, in any other context, this is where a snappy offhand remark would fall from Thancred's silver tongue. The absence herein is conspicuous.]

I'm sorry.

[He settles back a touch, physically affording Ryn a sliver of space in tandem with a similar span of the emotional sort.]

I'm glad you have it back. 'Tis good that you do.

[voidshift]

...it is. It was a shitty joke, showing up here with a book instead of this, or even my staff.

[his ears flick in annoyance, and he exhales a sigh; he doesn't chase thancred to close that space again, but he also doesn't create more.]

[onlythans]

At least it wasn't a fire arm.

[Ah, there's the shitty sense of humor again.]

I've not been so fortunate, myself. All they've seen fit to gift me is a memento of an old friend — and one I can't even make use of, myself.

[voidshift]

The cards, wasn't it?

[he remembers reading that, he's fairly sure.]

...tell me about this friend of yours, then.

[that's his exchange question.]

[onlythans]

Mmm. You remind me of him, actually.

[He tips his head to the side, flashing a clear view of his Archon marks.]

You recall my explanation of these? He's earned his as well, though his focus of study was in prophecy. Divination, visions, that sort of thing. We've traveled together, as well. Extensively. 'Tis a comfortable sort of acquaintance.

[thancred you act like an old married couple, is what you're describing]

[voidshift]

Don't know what I'd remind you of him for, I can promise you I've never had a vision of the future in my life.

[a wry little smile, there. maybe things would be very different, if he had.]

He's someone you find yourself at ease with, then?

[onlythans]

It's all in the ears, I assure you. And the height. And the being infuriating about the latter.

[fuckin. ELVES.]

But yes. I suppose you could say we're something of a natural fit, covering both the practical and theoretical. He's every bit the scholar I'm not.

[voidshift]

Oh, so you're missing the brains of the operation. I see.

[still teasing. he seems to have shoved away any lingering feelings after being asked about the ring, and he's finding somewhere to sit as he gestures for thancred to come along. come on, he'll sit so you can stop complaining about height.]

[onlythans]

Suggesting I've not found a suitable replacement for that operation?

[but hey, he's following, so maybe he's just proving his own point...]

[voidshift]

[he settles in, making himself comfortable.]

Have you? I don't remember being consulted about this...

[onlythans]

[And you know, maybe if Ryn hadn't been such a brat about the height thing, events wouldn't unfold the way they're about to, but when one is disrespectful of another man's calves, one really should expect he might have to forfeit a part of his leg of his own.

Cue Thancred also making himself comfortable — staying facing Ryn, but taking his own seat by perching his weight atop Ryn's thighs. An instant recipe for both-legs-pins-and-needles-asleep disease.]

It's that or being my prisoner now, I suppose.

[OR JUST PUSH HIM OFF LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES RYN THAT WORKS TOO]