Open RP Post

[centuriesinspired]

What it says on the tin, give me your starters or make a request.

Pick a scenario if you need ideas.

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[omnicrafter]

Being phased out of existence is not the reward you deserve after all that.

[And even in her trials as Warrior of Light, she cannot even begin to fathom the strain that he has kept so carefully hidden for so many years. For all he has been through, he deserves better. Irhya just has to wonder how much she can give that will suffice...]

So I say we work on getting you a better one. Not that time spent being frivolous really amounts to much just yet, but...

[A self-conscious glance to the side. Some habits die hard, no matter how much closer toward order she's brought her chaotic mind over the past few moons.]

Why don't I cook for you this time? There's a small kitchenette in the inn room, and I brought some things over from the Source recently to use, too. I've been working on some small lanterns for the Crystarium's kids, so it's a little messy still, but if that's all right...

[centuriesinspired]

A reward of any sort was never my goal...

[ She knows that, he's sure, and it isn't what she meant but he offers the feeble protest all the same. Victory really was prize enough on its own, especially after such a long, slow battle. Maybe he shouldn't be 'wasting' this chance on leisure--though of course that's not all he'd do.

And now he's second guessing himself. He didn't have this problem before...

The Exarch blinks and blinks again when he realizes what Irhya is offering. The idea of sharing a meal, perhaps at the Wandering Stairs, was one thing but in her suite? And she'd cook for him, this time? He feels his face growing warm. ]

That is--yes, that would be...that would be more than all right.

[omnicrafter]

Glad to hear it.

[She's not about to argue with him over what he does or doesn't deserve, not here and now, so instead Irhya decides to show him, reaching to grab his yet-uncrystallized hand and slip her palm into his.

(It's nice, she thinks, not to have to crane her neck upwards for once.)]

Let's go, then. You don't mind walking like this, I hope?

[Emphasizing her point, she edges a little closer and smiles brightly, not wanting to look like she's dragging him off against his will or something.]