[superhell pcs] thancred

[voidshift]

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[onlythans]

[The expression that crosses his face is that of a man who, upon hearing the offer, instantly knows he's going to say yes but is trying his damnedest not to just blurt out SURE lest he give himself away for agreeing too quickly, while at the same time meticulously gauging how long he can go before agreeing without potentially risking a rescinding of the offer.

BECAUSE DAMN.]

...For as long as I want?

[voidshift]

[oh, the expression is all he needs to know that thancred's going to agree; he takes another spoonful of ice cream, taking his time, humming as he eats it.]

Well, I think that depends on how long you want. I'm frail, remember, it's so warm in there.

[onlythans]

As though I wouldn't take exquisite care of you.

[waggles eyebrows]

...But yes. If you want to, then I'll oblige — but I get a say in the jewelry. For practical reasons, not just appearances.

[voidshift]

...all right. I'll consider it a deal, then.

[and, in answer, he just.

reaches up to undo one of the small, plain silver loops he wears, removing the one in his left ear and holding it in his palm.]

Would you object to this?

[onlythans]

...You want to pierce my ear with one of your earrings.

[That sure doesn't sound like an objection.]

I amend what I said before: feeling possessive, are we?

[voidshift]

Don't know what I'd have to feel possessive about, it's not like you're sleeping with anyone else.

[he is absolutely deflecting.]

[onlythans]

As far as you know.

[voidshift]

-well, are you?

[onlythans]

Well, I admit, the other night when Bixing was looking me over, my irrepressible habit of being insatiably attracted to those who tend my wounds just overcame me and I all but fell into his waiting arms, senseless with —

[He doesn't even bother to finish before he's laughing.]

No. Just you.

[voidshift]

[he's laughing, too, but from the second he says bixing, because boy, did ryn try that. he knows exactly how impossible he and lin both are.]

Still? You got yourself into my bed easily enough, belore'dalah, I'm sure you could manage more if you wanted.

[onlythans]

[Oh, what's this?]

"Belore'dalah"?

[His pronunciation is surprisingly good for a word he's only just heard once; he's got an ear for this sort of thing, it seems.]

[voidshift]

-what?

[oh, shit. did he say that.]

[onlythans]

[Uh-oh, indeed.]

Isne ul-m, akt-ra krak.

[Friendly reminder: Thancred knows pixie.]

[voidshift]

-oh, now you're just being difficult for the sake of it. Dor shar'adore da shando.

[onlythans]

I'm offering a bargain. You'll know what I called you when you fess up to the same.

[Fond, he reaches over and drags his fingertips down the length of Ryn's jaw.]

Teach me. I want to know.

[voidshift]

[he huffs, but the touch certainly mollifies him a bit.]

Mm. Well, what I just said loosely translates to 'I'm surrounded by idiots'.

[dumbass (affectionate).]

But fine. For a first lesson-- belore means sun. Commonly used as in anu belore dela'na-- 'the eternal sun guides us'.

[onlythans]

Hmmmm. You're attaching a suffix onto certain words, aren't you?

[Presumably his voice is doing A Thing™ when he hits the apostrophes, and Thancred is picking up on it.]

"The eternal sun guides us", "I'm surrounded by idiots"...is that how you identify the subject, in the grammar? Me, us, that sort of thing?

[voidshift]

I am.

[he sounds pleased he's catching onto that so quickly.]

And it is-- we don't use words like is, are, were, or likewise in our grammar. We use suffixes for tense, instead. For example... anari, 'to speak or reveal', and a, for 'you'. Anari'a is 'you speak', anarilu'a is 'you spoke', anaridu'a is 'you are speaking', and anarisu'a would be 'you will speak'. In use with other words-- anarisu'a anar would translate roughly to 'you will speak the word'.

[for reference, the Thing his voice does at the apostrophes is a slight stop between syllables.]

[onlythans]

Pixie does something similar with its possessives. So the root remains the same, whatever follows it adds the tense, and the subject follows last. Anaridu'a, "speaking-you".

[He considers a minute, then offers slowly: ]

Deladu'a anar — you are guiding...words. Guiding words? Guiding me at words, but I've yet to grasp that level of grammatical complexity.

[voidshift]

[hm. he's quiet for a moment as he listens, just observing him.]

Thancred, I think this is the most attractive you have ever been to me.

[and moving immediately along-]

You put the object at the beginning. O is 'I', so what you want is a'deladu'o anar.

[onlythans]

[Well. That's just. I'm not even going to try to describe this face I'm just going to link it and let the picture do the work for me.]

Ah, so I did grasp the conjugation. Lu, du, su — did, are, will be.

[He grins.]

Blush-du'a.

[voidshift]

[COVERING HIS FACE SHUT UP.]

I am not giving you the word for that-- shut up and tell me what you said!

[onlythans]

All right, all right, my turn, then. Let's see. Pixie grammar is generally verb-subject-object. Saw-I-you, for example. Caught-I-you-blush would be how they'd construct what I just did a moment ago.

[THANCRED WATERS.]

Now, I'll be kinder than you and tip my hand a bit: pixie possessives are a bit like what you do with "you" and "I", added onto the end. "r" denotes your, "d" is his or hers, "m" is my.

The last assistance I'll offer is that akt-ra krak works out roughly to an imperative. I told you to finish — what you were saying, specifically.

[voidshift]

I thought I told you to hush-

[he mumbles at that first bit, rubbing at his face. UGH. HE HATES MEN.]

So ul-m is your... something, in that case. If the imperative's separate, then treating it as a separate, verb-first phrase...

[his ears flick as he takes another bite, then points the spoon at him.]

If r is 'your', that makes ra something different. The imperative's treated as the verb and krak would be 'finish' rather than it being akt.

[onlythans]

"Ra" is what makes it the imperative, yes. Do-"command you" finish.

[This is so cute, and it shows as he just watches Ryn think through his considerations. His ears twitch when he's thinking, it's powerfully endearing.]

I called you my isne ul. You're lucky there are no pixies about to overhear that, or you'd be the subject of quite some attention for it.