his voice shifts, and she feels a little empty, for a second. okay. that's the cue, that's the tell that she has to go back to pretending she doesn't know who he is. it makes her feel ill. this whole place does. she shakes her head to clear it, and takes a deep breath.]
[ whatever works. he doesn't move, just letting lup stay tucked against him, taking a deep breath. in, and out. right. aquila's good at this, anyway.
quietly, a little lighter - murmured in his normal voice against her hair, with a little spark of mischief to it. ] The bleach in your dye put me down for an hour. [ his NOSE ] Well deserved, I think. I do like it, though.
[ he reaches up, absently, pulls his fingers through the orange at the ends. coming close makes the chill from his hands as obvious as ever. chill of death, right... ] It suits you.
[ a fire all her own, and all. ]
Lup, how did... [ aquila has questions, actually, but - he pauses, opening his mouth, and then closes it. ] Probably not important. [ you know. maybe he doesn't want to know. ]
[ he just groans and drops his face into her shoulder again.
a little petulantly, but there's no actual heat to it: ] 'm always, to my very soul, a bird.
[ a dumb little iron crow who likes fetching shiny trinkets for the people it cares about, or, apparently, a big raven that does the same. ] A bird taking a vow of chastity, or - y'know. Whatever it is. Vow of - championing. Whatever.
he mutters something into her shoulder that sounds like a swear word and the word monk to someone with very sharp elf ears and then lifts his head again and sighs. glad lup just spoils aquila on instinct. that gravelly tone continues as he waves a gloved hand. ]
Nah. 's a temple with a blood pool in it. Different. [ and then, he adds, breezily; ] Only one reason I'd go to the chapel with a veil on.
ear flicks. this lup has not even considered marriage in any fashion whatsoever which is why she quickly fucking rockets away from the concept like a cat confronting a cucumber. nope! goodbye! she doesn't even think people love her, this is is too much.]
Uh huh. Have fun with that. Hopefully someone out there is into hotel employees...
this is going to be one of those things that he jokes about and then screams about internally for the next 24 hours, actually. a very classic aquila running his mouth before his brain situation, but the joke was already out of his mouth. if his face feels a little hot through the veil where it's still half mushed in her shoulder, don't worry about it. ]
Yeah. I hear some people think the faceless thing's sexy.
[ thanks glad for that glad they'll just :contemplates: for hours weeks from now
anyway. very primly: ] Mine's a uniform, so it's different.
[ there's something right about a wizard in fancy swooshy robes and a [redacted] in a uniform but that's neither here nor there. ] Less space for things or people to get lost in. I've heard you looked very attractive in your robes, though, according to your files.
[normal people might not catch it, because she's very good at hiding her tone, but - aquila knows her. files or no. so they'll notice her voice getting a touch more strained.]
I'm stunning no matter what I wear. [a pause.] I should probably try and find more outfits to wear, actually.
[she squeezes his hand back, and finally pulls away. she looks tired, and her eyes are still a little red from the crying, but she gives them a smile anyway.]
If you somehow manage to make me look terrible, I'm filing a complaint.
[ it is affection week, so - his other hand comes up, briefly, and thumbs under her eye. very clearly, and obviously, he hates this, hates how tired she looks, hates that she's had things to cry over here. lup's right. it was scary. every week is scary. every day that goes by gets scarier, and being powerless and unable to do anything about it is maybe the worst part. ]
I'm sure Gems'll listen to it. [ teasing. aquila sounds fond, there, half mischievous, half warm. he's also very fond of gemini. ] But, I think that'll be impossible, anyway. Gonna have to get off of me, though.
[ get it, they're a bird. playfully and flirty - lup can't see aquila's face or possibly know who's under there, obviously, but there's a mischievous twinkle in their eye you could hear in their voice, gravelly or otherwise. ] Sit on me anytime you want.
[ terrible.
they stay on the ground for a moment, just looking up at her, before they start to get up too. ]
[ok well it doesn't matter how sad she is, sit on me anytime you want gets her to gigglesnort. they start to get up, and when they look at her next she has her fingers in a V sign and she's stuck her tongue between them.
[ SHWJTKHSH GOD HELP you know there are many problems with having to keep your face covered as a faceless NPC, especially when you are very cute and your face is a gift, but this is one of those moments where aquila is actually very glad for the veil because there is no way in hell their ears don't go red.
he mutters Lup as he gets up fully, brushing himself off, and then, a little more roguishly charming as he valiantly reclaims his dignity and his lie with a - ] Whoa, hey, don't threaten me with a good time.
[ ...but lup probably knows aquila so it is probably clear that was embarrassing for his little baby liangese tendencies he's pretending not to have. ]
[buddy the number of times you have done that gesture for her, your ears shouldn't be red!!
but she knows they are, even if she can't see, and snortlaughs, dropping her hand.]
Not like I'm going to see you out of that uniform any time soon, if things keep going the way they're going. [she puts her hands in her pockets.] ... Halfway there though, right?
We'll see if any contracts get followed through on.
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his voice shifts, and she feels a little empty, for a second. okay. that's the cue, that's the tell that she has to go back to pretending she doesn't know who he is. it makes her feel ill. this whole place does. she shakes her head to clear it, and takes a deep breath.]
Sure. Sure, um. Yeah.
[...] Whatever works.
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quietly, a little lighter - murmured in his normal voice against her hair, with a little spark of mischief to it. ] The bleach in your dye put me down for an hour. [ his NOSE ] Well deserved, I think. I do like it, though.
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[she says, after a moment, with a little huff.]
It looks good. I do like it - I might try and keep it this way for a while.
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[ he reaches up, absently, pulls his fingers through the orange at the ends. coming close makes the chill from his hands as obvious as ever. chill of death, right... ] It suits you.
[ a fire all her own, and all. ]
Lup, how did... [ aquila has questions, actually, but - he pauses, opening his mouth, and then closes it. ] Probably not important. [ you know. maybe he doesn't want to know. ]
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she shivers, when he runs his fingers through her hair, really reluctant to let go. she wants to warm his hands up.]
Sometimes things just click. [she says, after a moment.] That's all.
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[ the way he says this is
just very dead inside. like, if you didn't know him, it might have just sounded curious, but aquila sounds very, very dead inside
things sure have just clicked with someone too bad they clicked really wrong ]
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she - okay, look, she can't help it, she snorts.]
That sounds like something that is none of my business, but I really want it to be.
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Hey, nah, what can I say. No trouble for this bird in this very, very. Very large paradise.
[ gazes into the sun ]
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listen. she had such a fuckin' slap in the face with gemini, she's allowed to think it's funny when other people are duped.]
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a little petulantly, but there's no actual heat to it: ] 'm always, to my very soul, a bird.
[ a dumb little iron crow who likes fetching shiny trinkets for the people it cares about, or, apparently, a big raven that does the same. ] A bird taking a vow of chastity, or - y'know. Whatever it is. Vow of - championing. Whatever.
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A vow of chastity. Oh boy, how will you ever survive?
[this is funny for many reasons] Maybe I shouldn't, uh, keep you from the chapel... you really need to be there, right?
[stop]
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he mutters something into her shoulder that sounds like a swear word and the word monk to someone with very sharp elf ears and then lifts his head again and sighs. glad lup just spoils aquila on instinct. that gravelly tone continues as he waves a gloved hand. ]
Nah. 's a temple with a blood pool in it. Different. [ and then, he adds, breezily; ] Only one reason I'd go to the chapel with a veil on.
[ Sir. ]
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ear flicks. this lup has not even considered marriage in any fashion whatsoever which is why she quickly fucking rockets away from the concept like a cat confronting a cucumber. nope! goodbye! she doesn't even think people love her, this is is too much.]
Uh huh. Have fun with that. Hopefully someone out there is into hotel employees...
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this is going to be one of those things that he jokes about and then screams about internally for the next 24 hours, actually. a very classic aquila running his mouth before his brain situation, but the joke was already out of his mouth. if his face feels a little hot through the veil where it's still half mushed in her shoulder, don't worry about it. ]
Yeah. I hear some people think the faceless thing's sexy.
[ he prods at her side, a little playfully. ]
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You're really out here stealing my whole thing. [she teases, squirming when he pokes her.] I wore the robes better.
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anyway. very primly: ] Mine's a uniform, so it's different.
[ there's something right about a wizard in fancy swooshy robes and a [redacted] in a uniform but that's neither here nor there. ] Less space for things or people to get lost in. I've heard you looked very attractive in your robes, though, according to your files.
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I'm stunning no matter what I wear. [a pause.] I should probably try and find more outfits to wear, actually.
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he finds her hand, and gives it a tiny squeeze. ]
Y’know. One of my many talents, as a bird of many feathers, is picking out nice clothes. You wanna do a little shopping?
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[she squeezes his hand back, and finally pulls away. she looks tired, and her eyes are still a little red from the crying, but she gives them a smile anyway.]
If you somehow manage to make me look terrible, I'm filing a complaint.
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I'm sure Gems'll listen to it. [ teasing. aquila sounds fond, there, half mischievous, half warm. he's also very fond of gemini. ] But, I think that'll be impossible, anyway. Gonna have to get off of me, though.
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anyway, aquila brushes at her eye, and she breathes in slow. okay.]
Right! You're a pretty comfortable chair, you know. [but she will get off them.]
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[ get it, they're a bird. playfully and flirty - lup can't see aquila's face or possibly know who's under there, obviously, but there's a mischievous twinkle in their eye you could hear in their voice, gravelly or otherwise. ] Sit on me anytime you want.
[ terrible.
they stay on the ground for a moment, just looking up at her, before they start to get up too. ]
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teehee]
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he mutters Lup as he gets up fully, brushing himself off, and then, a little more roguishly charming as he valiantly reclaims his dignity and his lie with a - ] Whoa, hey, don't threaten me with a good time.
[ ...but lup probably knows aquila so it is probably clear that was embarrassing for his little baby liangese tendencies he's pretending not to have. ]
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but she knows they are, even if she can't see, and snortlaughs, dropping her hand.]
Not like I'm going to see you out of that uniform any time soon, if things keep going the way they're going. [she puts her hands in her pockets.] ... Halfway there though, right?
We'll see if any contracts get followed through on.
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