Ah...how to sum up such catastrophe in just a few mere sentences? They were a casualty of being tossed in and out of death, I suppose. 'Tis a favorite invocation of a dear reckless comrade of mine — solving her problems by flinging herself into the Great Beyond.
[He shrugs slightly.]
The alternative was to be crushed under a falling ceiling or execution on false charges of treason. On the balance, I suppose the loss of a perfectly good set of honey-brown eyes is a worthy enough sacrifice in exchange.
[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.]
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[this rabbit is his new favorite? it's his new favorite. he's just tucking it into the crook of his arm, for now.]
Definitely a big improvement over the rest of the day.
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[And having won his small measure of favor, he'll thusly be willing to venture: ]
What is it about the mirrors you hate so much?
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[still teasing-- but a little more subdued, quiet for a few moments before he speaks again.]
They're mirrors, Thancred, what do you think I hate about them.
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[Hmm.]
Well. If I can stand to look in one, I generally assume most others can as well, is all.
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I see myself differently from it. That's all.
[-but it's impossible to ignore reality when it's literally staring you in the face.]
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[Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.]
I still expect to see myself with brown eyes, sometimes. When I'm the one looking.
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[that definitely gets his attention; he watches thancred curiously, one ear twitching.]
What made them change?
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[He shrugs slightly.]
The alternative was to be crushed under a falling ceiling or execution on false charges of treason. On the balance, I suppose the loss of a perfectly good set of honey-brown eyes is a worthy enough sacrifice in exchange.
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[a little hint of a smile, there. dramatic magical solutions to cheat death? he'd like to talk to her about it, at least.]
Tragic as it is- [the entire experience, not just the eyes,] they do suit you. More striking this way.
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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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