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For me? If I recall, I was asking what I could do for you.
[ she knows.
cups his nape and leans up so she can speak very close to one of those cute ears of his. this is a deliberate act of rebellion, to act with levity, to pretend sarcasm. much as what Sholmes did for her, she wants to do for him.
breathed, ] I want you to let me feel you shiver beneath my hands.
cups his nape and leans up so she can speak very close to one of those cute ears of his. this is a deliberate act of rebellion, to act with levity, to pretend sarcasm. much as what Sholmes did for her, she wants to do for him.
breathed, ] I want you to let me feel you shiver beneath my hands.
[ Ah. Well. That does send a little shiver down his spine. ]
Right here in the common room? Feeling bold, aren't we?
Right here in the common room? Feeling bold, aren't we?
[ when he looks at her like that, her entire body tingles. primly, Sprezzatura lifts up and slides from his lap, with some reluctance. she doesn't go far—one hand rests lightly upon his wrist, even once she's settled to the side. I love you. ]
Take pillow and sit on floor. You are too tall.
Take pillow and sit on floor. You are too tall.
[ He seems to understand her little gesture, and smiles warmly in response. One ear flicks in her direction. I love you, too. ]
'Tis not my fault.
[ But he dutifully does as told, taking a seat on the floor in front of the couch. ]
'Tis not my fault.
[ But he dutifully does as told, taking a seat on the floor in front of the couch. ]
[ I love you, I love you, I love you!
this domesticity hardly feels real. Arthur, gentle and gorgeous, hardly feels real. once he settles, she spreads her legs and reaches out to him for his shoulder rub—and presses her nose into his hair instead.
it smells nice... ]
this domesticity hardly feels real. Arthur, gentle and gorgeous, hardly feels real. once he settles, she spreads her legs and reaches out to him for his shoulder rub—and presses her nose into his hair instead.
it smells nice... ]
[ Oh? He feels what she's doing more than he can actually see it, and it draws a little chuckle out of him. ]
Something distracting you?
Something distracting you?
[Maybe if he meets Matthew or any of his cohorts, really, he will get a sense for it someday.]
Their souls are simply chosen to live in the Dreaming after they die, and take the shape of a raven if they agree. Matthew was actually chosen by Lucienne to help me in my quest to retrieve my missing items of power. I did not actually want a new messenger at the time.
But my librarian does as she pleases, in her own way. [AND THUS HE GOT A RAVEN]
Their souls are simply chosen to live in the Dreaming after they die, and take the shape of a raven if they agree. Matthew was actually chosen by Lucienne to help me in my quest to retrieve my missing items of power. I did not actually want a new messenger at the time.
But my librarian does as she pleases, in her own way. [AND THUS HE GOT A RAVEN]
[ What a way to spend eternity, he thinks. ]
It seems like you came around to him eventually.
It seems like you came around to him eventually.
[ Oh, there's another smile, something knowing at the edges. ]
I believe I am finding it more and more by the moment. Your sentimentality.
I believe I am finding it more and more by the moment. Your sentimentality.
[Oh, somehow that makes him feel self-conscious, but not entirely in a bad way. Like Arthur is beginning to see right through him, though he has nothing really to hide -- and he'll be the first to admit that he can be sentimental.]
...A flattering trait, I hope.
...A flattering trait, I hope.
[ deposits a kiss against his crown. another on the base of one ear, and another on the base of the other. ]
I am putting everything from my mind.
I am putting everything from my mind.
I see.
[ Said in almost a sigh. He loves it when she dotes on him. ]
You know, I used to keep my hair much longer when I was a child.
[ Said in almost a sigh. He loves it when she dotes on him. ]
You know, I used to keep my hair much longer when I was a child.
[ her nails slide up his nape and tug at his hair tie ] How long?
[ Mmm, he leans into that. ]
Quite long. Past my shoulders. I would often wear it up or in braids.
Quite long. Past my shoulders. I would often wear it up or in braids.
[ it's coming loose. she's tugging it free. and once it is, she threads her fingers into his hair, intimately combing them through, rubbing his scalp. ]
Cannot imagine this.
Cannot imagine this.
[ He's just gonna lean into that more, eyes slipping shut. ]
No? Mayhap the next time we have the opportunity to share memories, I will show you one of little Avi.
No? Mayhap the next time we have the opportunity to share memories, I will show you one of little Avi.
[ no more shoulder massage. scalp massage instead. she muses on that offer without answering it for a few seconds. trying to imagine—trying not to remember. ]
I wonder if Avi would have liked Sapione Vaux.
I wonder if Avi would have liked Sapione Vaux.
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