[his eyes close for a moment, with that cheek smooch, ears flicking. it feels a bit less like playing around. a bit more like-- something he's heard before.
he knows how that ended, last time.]
If you start making promises like that and go and die on me, I will have to kill you for a third time myself, just to be clear.
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[He slides his hand across the bedspread, only just far enough that one finger grazes lightly against the side of Ryn's.]
It's safe with me. I promise you.
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I'll hold you to that, you know.
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[thancred]
...Does this mean I owe you a second Loporrit?
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[he's laughing a little, though, shaking his head.]
Swear on your life anyway, I like the sound of it better.
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[But two things are different this time, when he leans over and in to invade Ryn's personal space for the whateverth time this night:
First, he doesn't hesitate or hold back. And second, the kiss lands on his cheek, like a promise in and of itself.]
You're safe with me. I swear on my life.
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he knows how that ended, last time.]
If you start making promises like that and go and die on me, I will have to kill you for a third time myself, just to be clear.