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03-08-2014, 05:31 PM
How fate saves Dragomir from his own innocent infatuation will be amusing to him on a later date; at the moment, it is only a deep gratitude towards the weaving of time that Kahlua does not see the stars burning in his eyes and lighting his blood on fire and a sense of failure towards himself that fills his emotional well, alongside the strange way she makes him feel with each graceful movement of her flawless body. Now that he really looked at her, she seemed tired (much less so than after the wall, of course, but it was a curious observation to know that the magic stripped one of their physical strength much as a long day at work could), her head low and her sparkling effervescence faded. It became glaringly obvious in the subdued way her chiming laughter burst into the air, as if the bells were coated in wool. The answer supplied all he needed to know about the smallness of the object, and he nods and laughs brightly in return, no weariness etched into his bones as it was his teacher’s. He again feels a pang of concern for the woman, his gentleman’s heart desiring to lead her to her place of rest and assure that she is left alone in the still serenity of the wood to gather her strength again. It would probably be too much though, even he knows this. And so he only enjoys his final moments with her this afternoon, swallowing each golden second as if it is an elixir that will fuel him until he next gets to share time in her company. It is a strange feeling, now that he recognizes it. Almost too quickly, the conversation is at an end. He takes in her final words and nods that he understands them, but inwardly refuses the offer to use the basket. While it is pretty and Kahlua looks splendid while holding it, he disdains the idea of appearing so feminine, the Little Red Riding Hood come to deliver a shining glass tiara. No thank you, Miss Kahlua. "I should be back before long," he says, smiling as he gathers the tiara up in his mouth and moves to complete his task, his finishing words muffled across the smooth surface of the item, "hop’fulleh wif some pahm leafs." |
Any violence/magic is allowed to be used upon Dragomir at anytime, permitting it doesn't kill or seriously maim him without my permission <3
