...and then kneels there, a little smirk on his face, shifting so that he's holding thancred's hand instead of thancred holding his. putting on his smoothest voice:]
I'm afraid this is going to have to suffice, in place of being able to soothe your wounds, but mayhap you'll find it a balm regardless.
[smooches the back of his hand. he is playing this up so hard.]
[He'd thought, when he'd put forth his request, that it would be getting Ryn to laugh that made it all worth it. Not a snicker or a smirk, not his usual brand of lofty sarcastic wit, but a real laugh — at the situation, at the absurdity, at the opportunity and invitation to make a spectacle of his own antics, to whatever hyperbolic degree he so chose.
What he wasn't expecting, what catches him utterly off-guard, is how much he's missed play like this. How naturally it all comes flooding back, the banter and mirth and mutual enjoyment of the theatrics. How it feels like slipping back into a comfortable well-worn shirt in and of itself, dishing out such ridiculous spectacle and having it offered back just as easily.
It's funny, is the thing, but more importantly — it makes him feel a little less alone, for just a little while.]
Oh, you wicked, wicked charmer, with your tongue of silver and words sweet as honey — !
[Gods, he's smiling without even meaning to. He hopes it lasts a little longer.]
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[he laughs quietly, shaking his head.
...and then kneels there, a little smirk on his face, shifting so that he's holding thancred's hand instead of thancred holding his. putting on his smoothest voice:]
I'm afraid this is going to have to suffice, in place of being able to soothe your wounds, but mayhap you'll find it a balm regardless.
[smooches the back of his hand. he is playing this up so hard.]
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What he wasn't expecting, what catches him utterly off-guard, is how much he's missed play like this. How naturally it all comes flooding back, the banter and mirth and mutual enjoyment of the theatrics. How it feels like slipping back into a comfortable well-worn shirt in and of itself, dishing out such ridiculous spectacle and having it offered back just as easily.
It's funny, is the thing, but more importantly — it makes him feel a little less alone, for just a little while.]
Oh, you wicked, wicked charmer, with your tongue of silver and words sweet as honey — !
[Gods, he's smiling without even meaning to. He hopes it lasts a little longer.]