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

Pick a scenario if you need ideas.

Date: 2019-12-20 12:05 am (UTC)
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[ He might not particularly need it, but he still only has a body that has to maintain his vitality after all. She's been watching over him, even as his work begins to grow in earnest— with more people being drawn into the First, people that they've become aware are tied to the Warrior of Light.

She wonders how long she's been away from home, herself. Is her son alright? Her husband and brother? Her tribe...? Though in the end, she knows that missing them and mourning their absence will do nothing for her. His words do make her smile wryly though, as she bumps the side of her head against his. ]


Don't make promises you can't keep.

[ A gentle admonishment as she gives the side of his ear a little nip for the cheek tickle, and slowly peels herself away, only to offer her hand to take his and urge him to sit down on the floor cushions with her. Her hands go to his waist, making him sit comfortably, and without much ceremony, she leans in to have their mouths meet again. It's a soft, inviting kiss, savouring his lips and the flavour of him, before she nuzzles his nose with hers. ]

I will admit it was mildly entertaining watching that pretty elezen give you a piece of her mind.

[ She hasn't spoken to any of the Scions herself, leaving that interaction to the Exarch. She doubts she could provide them with anything of use or comfort, even if she is, like them, from the Source and trapped here.

But she doesn't really see it as a bad thing, especially with what's happening now. And right now, all she's focused on is the glitter of his red eyes, the warmth in his face and the lush sensation of heat from his body. A stark difference to when they first met, where disappointment and stress had been cloaking him like a shroud.

Her fingers trace over his jawline, over the shimmering blue crystal that matches the construction of their surroundings, and at least for now, for a short spell, she's doing what she knows to do best. Making him take a break. He's likely learnt by now that unless it's something of absolutely dire consequence (which is when she won't interrupt him at all)— she will break him away from work to rejuvenate and re-stimulate his thoughts otherwise.

And this is one of those times.

Soft purrs emanating from her as she steals a few more kisses, she urges him close until she's got him relaxing and seated comfortably against her she's the dude there descriptions are hard.

But, it's enough to make her relax as she strokes back his hair and her tail moves to gently coil around his. ]


You're looking better, though. Things seem to be looking up for you, Raha. I'm guessing this means you're seeing more progress. Would that I could help, but I wouldn't know where to start.

[ With his knowledge as it is, all she can offer is her sharp memory and just reading through the tomes he's already pored over. She remembers details, texts and information without error most of the time, but it's all she can do right now. She's no mage of high caliber or a hero.

As much as she does try to be at times, without really intending to. ]


You are tensing up, here. What's gotten you so wound up?

[ Even if she can't help with heavier problems, she can at least listen. ]

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