-Nevermind! I take it all back, I can't stand you!
[it's not difficult at all to see how flustered that makes him, even with his face pressed against thancred's neck to hide it-- his ears flick, flushed purple at the tips, and those are visible even when his cheeks are not.]
Such lies your mouth tells while your body speaks volumes. I thought you wanted me to be more romantic?
[And he reaches up fondly, settling one hand at the back of Ryn's head as if to protect it, showing his approval for the way he hides his face in the crook of his shoulder. It's fitting, after all, and right, and warm. It feels like you need me to go first all over again — giving voice to the words and reaping the benefits of both Ryn's fluster and his tacit confirmation both.]
I've not even begun to torment you with all the ways I know to be romantic, pretty thing.
[it feels the same to him, too. fitting, right, warm-- protected, in a way, something he rarely admits he wants as much as he does.]
Don't go starting a fight you can't finish, I'm only warning you of that once.
[he mutters that against his neck, teeth finding purchase in his choker and pulling at it. he primarily writes romances, after all, he'd like to think he can keep up just fine.]
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[His tone turns teasing, in that way that suggests barely-repressed laughter, as he very nearly singsongs: ]
O'surfal'a. O'surfal'a. You've nowhere to hide, now that I know your secret: o'surfal'a.
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[it's not difficult at all to see how flustered that makes him, even with his face pressed against thancred's neck to hide it-- his ears flick, flushed purple at the tips, and those are visible even when his cheeks are not.]
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[And he reaches up fondly, settling one hand at the back of Ryn's head as if to protect it, showing his approval for the way he hides his face in the crook of his shoulder. It's fitting, after all, and right, and warm. It feels like you need me to go first all over again — giving voice to the words and reaping the benefits of both Ryn's fluster and his tacit confirmation both.]
I've not even begun to torment you with all the ways I know to be romantic, pretty thing.
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Don't go starting a fight you can't finish, I'm only warning you of that once.
[he mutters that against his neck, teeth finding purchase in his choker and pulling at it. he primarily writes romances, after all, he'd like to think he can keep up just fine.]