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07-09-2014, 03:32 PM
The light in her eyes dances brightly and with much vivacity as he looks upon her after extending his offer, mistaking her hungry expression for one of feminine delight and nearly swooning in his happiness with self. A moment of pause takes the air and he stands, for once, quite calmly and content with life and his company, no longer worried that she was the sort of unicorn to use her horn for evil – surely nothing wicked wore such pretty smiles or gleamed with such a stark whiteness, he thinks. The next set of words that dance from her pretty lips make him grin more broadly, to such a degree that his cheeks hurt and his head rises without willful decision, his chest puffing out ever so slightly and his heart fit to burst from all the compliments he’s been getting from this girl. Even if its just a ploy to get something out of him, he does not mind – what she offered was confidence, something that he did not think had a price, and so he was happy to appease her with what he could. For a while after this moment he will revel in this feeling, cling to it when the tasks of his life seem set to overwhelm him, and for that, he is greatly thankful. She takes time to think over the item she desires and, to his surprise, gives him free will over the project for the most part with only a small tidbit of herself to work on. His ears drift to the side but his smile clings to his lips, for she says it with the air that she knows it will be splendid and he just simply has to make it (or it could be his already sated ego, purring away into his mind’s ear, one can never know). Nodding with minute fervor, his eyes bright and blue as he looks down at her, he repeats himself in a way but is eager to see the conversation to an end to begin his work. "A few days then, right here?" glancing over his shoulder and revealing his anxiousness to start to work (he’s not any good at pretending to be anything other than himself at that particular moment in time), he returns his burning eyes to the mare, "I think I have just the thing in mind." @[Sheba] |
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
