That sounds delightful, my dear. Perhaps you can work your magic on me, if you've ever the time.
[ He likes his outfit, sure, but why not have a selection? ]
So and I can soar to your heart's content- I could seek out a plane of existence worthy of your exploration, to ensure our expedition is especially exotic.
[ He is still watching and is so charmed he literally places his hands on his cheeks and grins from ear to ear. He doesn't need to look cool, no one is watching! ]
I kid you not, my darling. I've visited many worlds incomprehensibly far yet a mere step away. Some have a beauty which nearly compares to yours.
I feel no difference, myself. For so long as our hearts are entangled, distance means nought to me.
[ His voice remains the same distance from her, as he slinks about inside her own shadow. It's a curious sensation being a 2D being, but it's one of his favourite magical tools to toy with. Its saved his life many a time as well.
He can't help himself- but playing with her shadow he can affect the physical reality. She may notice the slight ripple of overlapping darkness, but she'll absolutely feel the fingers moving through her hair- but that aren't there. ]
Ever the romantic. One of the many things I adore about you.
[She turns, but no matter which way she looks, she can't see a trace of him. And she knows he isn't that far away, based on the sound of his voice. Invisibility? She's been walking through the narrower paths of her furniture on purpose just to see if something wobbles. Unless he's danced around in front of her, and can throw his voice.
She sighs and hums contentedly when she feels his fingers in her hair. When she reaches up to catch his hand, though, the only things she feels are the plaits that are running between his fingers. Partially intangible as well as invisible? That could be a fun bit of magic to play with.]
[ It's quite simple to keep out of her sight, or rather hide under her nose. As long as can stay in her shadow and out of pitch darkness, he's well hidden indeed. Watching her carefully, predicting each move, so long as she doesn't do something sudden and drastic he can keep the game up. ]
I could tell you, but that would take some of the fun out of it, don't you think? [ He does spare a moment to think about if the man he confiscated the Skein of Shade from for using it for evil ever had such a good time with it. He doubts it, because there's no one as fun as Evie to tease. Transmitting his touch through her shadow is a curious feeling, tangible yet not. He draws his fingers across her jawline to cup her cheeks. Small, shallow imprints of them on her skin. And her lips get the same as a kiss to her shadow travels to her body. ] How about... three guesses?
First, ensure no one but you can hear me, nor hear you. Find someplace private, where though we be miles apart, it is still intimately you and I alone.
[ He gives her time to do just that. And once she has confirmed she has he speaks again. Thereβs something different about his voice, as smooth and gentle as it is normally, it becomes doubly so. His hypnotism skills are comic book nonsense, able to be mesmerise without people even noticing theyβre under his thrall, and heβs started already. About βyou and I alone.β Normally he has those hand movements to help, so heβs putting extra effort into the voice. ]
Itβs just you and I, now. You and my voice. My voice alone- is it everything you hear?
[The best place for this is going to be her studio, then. She slips inside and locks the doors, flipping the signs to "Do Not Disturb" on both the inside door and the outside door, before hitting the button that frosts over the glass of the windows and skylights. She even turns off the lights, so the faint buzz from the electricity won't penetrate her earbuds.
Once she's settled herself on the floor, away from any in-progress works or sharp objects, she answers his question.]
In the meantime, perhaps you could give me a little something to whet my appetite?
[ He's not strictly speaking asking for nudes. The thing is, he'd genuinely be very happy with just a smiling face. He adores collecting images, moments in time, memories of adventure. Trying to romance a vampire counts. ]
[The problem with this request is that vampires of Phaedra's variety don't show up in photographs. So she has to be creative.
In the end the photo she shares is a black lacy matched lingerie set, on top of a bed covered in a quilt. There's actually a lot of interesting detail that could be gleaned from looking at the quilt, but Phaedra's sure the lacy underthings will catch his attention more.]
Justice is more than punishing wrongdoing. It's ensuring everyone receives what they deserve. And a lot of people, especially victims of injustice, deserve a hug.
Wonderful. I've a clan of Slorgs under my protection, and for some reason, people often find them unnerving.
[ And like a proud dad, he pulls a picture of himself surrounded by snakes varying in size from teeny palm-sized to titanically towering over him, each with the face of a human woman. Each and every one has their hair in a different, trendy style and custom made fancy dresses. A few have hats and jewellery. He spoils them. ]
I'm not surprised. You're looking at the last of them. They were artificially created many ages ago to be guards and assassins for evil wizards. Unsurprisingly, they were driven to near extinction, with the remnants saved only by the remoteness of the temple they were charged to protect.
But kindness can make a better life for anyone, and now they are under my protection.
Understandable. It wouldnβt be personal if you scattered it to the winds.
[ And heβs not gonna press on that. When he was her age he wrote deeply embarrassing thinly veiled Indiana Jones fanfic starring someone suspiciously similar to himself. He doubts Daria has that exact reservation on sharing but still. ]
But does that imply the existence of writing that is not personal?
Thanks for putting that in my head. I'll try twice as hard to live on if that's a possibility. If not, I always wanted to go out laughing.
[ He shoots over a selfie, smiling his shining smile in front of a nigh incomprehensible swirling vortex of dark and light intermingling. He's making a peace sign.
And that's the last she'll hear from him for a while. ]
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That sounds delightful, my dear. Perhaps you can work your magic on me, if you've ever the time.
[ He likes his outfit, sure, but why not have a selection? ]
So and I can soar to your heart's content- I could seek out a plane of existence worthy of your exploration, to ensure our expedition is especially exotic.
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[She may have already started sketching things, because this is Evie, and that's what she does.]
A different plane of existence? You're kidding, right? We could go somewhere else entirely?
[If he's still watching her, she's grinning up a storm, and possibly twirling around her studio in excitement.]
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I kid you not, my darling. I've visited many worlds incomprehensibly far yet a mere step away. Some have a beauty which nearly compares to yours.
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I feel no difference, myself. For so long as our hearts are entangled, distance means nought to me.
[ His voice remains the same distance from her, as he slinks about inside her own shadow. It's a curious sensation being a 2D being, but it's one of his favourite magical tools to toy with. Its saved his life many a time as well.
He can't help himself- but playing with her shadow he can affect the physical reality. She may notice the slight ripple of overlapping darkness, but she'll absolutely feel the fingers moving through her hair- but that aren't there. ]
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[She turns, but no matter which way she looks, she can't see a trace of him. And she knows he isn't that far away, based on the sound of his voice. Invisibility? She's been walking through the narrower paths of her furniture on purpose just to see if something wobbles. Unless he's danced around in front of her, and can throw his voice.
She sighs and hums contentedly when she feels his fingers in her hair. When she reaches up to catch his hand, though, the only things she feels are the plaits that are running between his fingers. Partially intangible as well as invisible? That could be a fun bit of magic to play with.]
How are you doing that?
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I could tell you, but that would take some of the fun out of it, don't you think? [ He does spare a moment to think about if the man he confiscated the Skein of Shade from for using it for evil ever had such a good time with it. He doubts it, because there's no one as fun as Evie to tease. Transmitting his touch through her shadow is a curious feeling, tangible yet not. He draws his fingers across her jawline to cup her cheeks. Small, shallow imprints of them on her skin. And her lips get the same as a kiss to her shadow travels to her body. ] How about... three guesses?
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First, ensure no one but you can hear me, nor hear you. Find someplace private, where though we be miles apart, it is still intimately you and I alone.
[ He gives her time to do just that. And once she has confirmed she has he speaks again. Thereβs something different about his voice, as smooth and gentle as it is normally, it becomes doubly so. His hypnotism skills are comic book nonsense, able to be mesmerise without people even noticing theyβre under his thrall, and heβs started already. About βyou and I alone.β Normally he has those hand movements to help, so heβs putting extra effort into the voice. ]
Itβs just you and I, now. You and my voice. My voice alone- is it everything you hear?
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Once she's settled herself on the floor, away from any in-progress works or sharp objects, she answers his question.]
Just us. Just you.
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[ Alright, time to really kick it up. By now, the soothing voice alone will be relaxing enough for him to start giving instruction. ]
My voice. My will. Just us. I am going to count down from 10. At 7, you will be weak. At 4, you will be without will. At 1, my will is everything.
[ He counts down and after 1, he holds his breath before asking- ]
Whose will decides all?
[ He has no idea if this has worked. ]
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In the meantime, perhaps you could give me a little something to whet my appetite?
[ He's not strictly speaking asking for nudes. The thing is, he'd genuinely be very happy with just a smiling face. He adores collecting images, moments in time, memories of adventure. Trying to romance a vampire counts. ]
OMG...
In the end the photo she shares is a black lacy matched lingerie set, on top of a bed covered in a quilt. There's actually a lot of interesting detail that could be gleaned from looking at the quilt, but Phaedra's sure the lacy underthings will catch his attention more.]
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Traditionally, one conveys what they are wearing, but... this is better.
[ The question is, does she turn up on crystal ball? This may be relevant later. ]
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Justice is more than punishing wrongdoing. It's ensuring everyone receives what they deserve. And a lot of people, especially victims of injustice, deserve a hug.
Wonderful. I've a clan of Slorgs under my protection, and for some reason, people often find them unnerving.
[ And like a proud dad, he pulls a picture of himself surrounded by snakes varying in size from teeny palm-sized to titanically towering over him, each with the face of a human woman. Each and every one has their hair in a different, trendy style and custom made fancy dresses. A few have hats and jewellery. He spoils them. ]
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But kindness can make a better life for anyone, and now they are under my protection.
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You do? Iβm proud of you.
[ Maybe he doesnβt know if itβs any good, but heβs still honest about that- writing is hard, a lot moreso. ]
Do you share it with anyone?
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None of my personal stuff.
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[ And heβs not gonna press on that. When he was her age he wrote deeply embarrassing thinly veiled Indiana Jones fanfic starring someone suspiciously similar to himself. He doubts Daria has that exact reservation on sharing but still. ]
But does that imply the existence of writing that is not personal?
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It's probably very delicate, too, perhaps you should put off the reading until we're sure we can preserve it as well.
[ He knows that's a weak excuse. If anyone can carefully read an old book, it's Evy. ]
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Wait.
Are you saying you actually took him up on the offer? After that opening?
I thought you just took the pizza.
That link, I'm done
( which is the lowest of low bars but a surprising amount of people there didn't pass it. )
Specially baked just for you.
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It's not a frequent occurrence, but when it happens it's a memory for life. Last time gifted me with a new perspective on things.
[ Which is to say it's when he lost an eye. ]
Harley | TFLN
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Thanks for putting that in my head. I'll try twice as hard to live on if that's a possibility. If not, I always wanted to go out laughing.
[ He shoots over a selfie, smiling his shining smile in front of a nigh incomprehensible swirling vortex of dark and light intermingling. He's making a peace sign.
And that's the last she'll hear from him for a while. ]
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[ This is fine πΆβπ₯]
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if you're still interested, sorry it's been so long