I don't think he's in the business of giving out those.
[Vergilius is so very fun to tease, though, and the joy that chasing after him in a way that clearly irritates him shines through in her voice. Even buoyed by Sonya's compliment, she can't help but pit them against one another a bit, capitalizing on her teasing.]
One day, I'll find a way of learning more. I think such knowledge would be indispensable.
Being generous is just another way of being selfish, after all. You're indulging your own pleasure to assist others. Wouldn't she have a problem with your flirtations? [He has been trying to flatter her since they were last alone together.]
[ Oh, he laughs at that, actually laughs and not just the light chuckle that floats through his speech like an solitary snowflake every now and again. ]
I think comfort is underselling it, a bit. But this isn't the time for debating definitions or semantics—I don't miss chances.
[ Missed opportunities are for men with fear, men with hesitation, men with doubt; Sonya of the Yurodiviye is none of these things, even now. He pulls her closer with a tug of their hands and then leans to press his lips against hers. Like his laughter, the kiss isn't light nor is it shy, but bold and assured, an extension of himself. ]
[It turns out that's a very nice sound, the full heart of his laugh when it escapes him. That he has shown her even for a second his capacity for excitement makes him so vibrant. It's a better secret that the one he told her directly.
Even if they aren't the same in all ways, it is nice to have found someone like him. He understands what she is and doesn't flee from it or their similarities... fun to chase and yet not completely resistant to it. A little fox, really.
She smirks into the kiss, her smile a curve against the shape of his mouth. Where their hands are joined, she makes sure to lace their fingers together. When they part, her voice drops to a whisper, words low and spoken slowly because they are so close.]
[Her chin tilts up, breath against his. It's an exchange of bluffs, one glancing off of the other. And seeing as they are both the type to strike decisively, the play is clearly purposeful on her part, a hook picking at an eye.]
Don't forget there's a difference between an invitation and an open door. Which do you think we've given each other?
[He's right, of course. Nothing worth doing doesn't come with at least a little fun.]
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[Vergilius is so very fun to tease, though, and the joy that chasing after him in a way that clearly irritates him shines through in her voice. Even buoyed by Sonya's compliment, she can't help but pit them against one another a bit, capitalizing on her teasing.]
One day, I'll find a way of learning more. I think such knowledge would be indispensable.
Being generous is just another way of being selfish, after all. You're indulging your own pleasure to assist others. Wouldn't she have a problem with your flirtations? [He has been trying to flatter her since they were last alone together.]
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[ He very purposefully looks down at their hands with a smile that belies that he's more than aware of what he's been doing. ]
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[And besides...he's going to be dead soon, so does it really count? Dead men tell no tales, most of the time, unless they're risen from the grave.]
If my company brings you comfort in the final hours of your life, then I'm even more priestly than Temenos.
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I think comfort is underselling it, a bit. But this isn't the time for debating definitions or semantics—I don't miss chances.
[ Missed opportunities are for men with fear, men with hesitation, men with doubt; Sonya of the Yurodiviye is none of these things, even now. He pulls her closer with a tug of their hands and then leans to press his lips against hers. Like his laughter, the kiss isn't light nor is it shy, but bold and assured, an extension of himself. ]
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Even if they aren't the same in all ways, it is nice to have found someone like him. He understands what she is and doesn't flee from it or their similarities... fun to chase and yet not completely resistant to it. A little fox, really.
She smirks into the kiss, her smile a curve against the shape of his mouth. Where their hands are joined, she makes sure to lace their fingers together. When they part, her voice drops to a whisper, words low and spoken slowly because they are so close.]
You are an opportunist of the wickedest caliber.
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[ His smile is wry, his lips brushing up against hers without meeting her in a proper kiss. ]
You'll have to forgive me for the overt familiarity, but you're the one who let me in.
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[Her chin tilts up, breath against his. It's an exchange of bluffs, one glancing off of the other. And seeing as they are both the type to strike decisively, the play is clearly purposeful on her part, a hook picking at an eye.]
Don't forget there's a difference between an invitation and an open door. Which do you think we've given each other?
[He's right, of course. Nothing worth doing doesn't come with at least a little fun.]