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Post by Ea Cailean on Aug 22, 2017 15:36:17 GMT
Ea rode into Lledrith school late one rainy evening. He kept his cloak wrapped tightly around him, face pinched in a waspish scowl, steaming rising up in tendrils all around him. His horse shied under him and seemed grateful to be handed off to a stablehand. Carrying his own packs, the fire mage made the long trudge to his room. It was a tower suite of chambers, high enough to give him a good view of most of the school. In the sitting room he threw his dusty travel bags down in a plush chair and sank down to his knees on the hearth. Wood was already laid there in the fire place. He had no real patience left today, nothing left for finess. He thrust had hand among the dry wood and called flames until they shot forth, catching his sleeve alight. He patted it out without much thought.
He sat back on his heels and gazed at the fire for a long moment as it eagerly gobbled at the wood, far faster than a natural fire should. Taking a deep breath he fed it a few more pieces from the stack and then lit the end of a long, thin piece of wood. With it he went into the bedroom and lit the many braziers. In summer the heat would have been enough for most people. Ea was cold. He knew that at this time of year being cold was a bad sign but there wasn't much more he could do about it. As the glow of the braziers lit the room, it showed a stark contrast to the sumptuously appointed sitting room. It was surprisingly bare. A couple of heavy trunks and a large wardrobe stood at the end nearest the door to the sitting room. At the farthest opposite end was metal frame bed, loaded with blankets and pillows. Snuffing the stick he'd used to light the braziers in his palm, Ea went to the bed and dragged the many blankets and pillows off onto the floor, making himself a nest of bedding in the corner. Theoretically he was far enough away that if he accidentally set anything on fire, he would only have to replace the bedding.
Finally, he poked his head out of his room and caught a passing student who shrank under the fire mage's scowl. "Find Ymir and send them this way. Someone ought to know where they are if they're in the school." He overrode the student's brief objection simply by shutting the door in his face. Then, standing by the fire, he shed his dusty cloak and carefully peeled out of his shirt. A few new burn scars, still raw, had joined the others that laced his body, bright and angry red against his golden skin. First at the back of his neck and on his wrists where normally he wore jewelry and then all over his back where superheated sand had scalded his skin, heated by magic and fire.
The pain, though it made him irritable, wasn't the worst. Though dry now, two days of riding through an unseasonable rainstorm had made him cold and shaky. He abandoned his original intention to see to the burns (not like they were that bad anyway), he walked back into the bedroom leaving the door open in the hopes that Ymir would find him when they arrived. Then he buried himself in his nest of blankets, only a few strands of copper hair escaping to give away his hiding place. And though the room was stiflingly warm, he shivered.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Sept 3, 2017 5:36:14 GMT
Oh how the days seemed to blur together when she spent time on the Lledrith school grounds. Fortunately, as of late, with the recruitment to her second job, Ymir found her days pleasantly broken up at the school. After all, it wasn’t as if she was terribly critical in her role. Yes, there were plenty of mages like herself who had gifts of the passive nature. All mages, too, benefitted from learning some herbal, healing arts. But neither factor required her attendance more than three or four days in a given week. And because of that, it had only seemed natural that she had eventually found other ways to occupy the time.
Eavesdropping. Changing shape. Dropping off small packages of which she did not know the contents. Passing along letters or other correspondence. Ymir did not particularly take interest in the tasks she was doing. Instead, she was drawn to the variety, the excitement, that accompanied each task. She was still catching the hang of full discretion, learning to make sure she wasn’t followed, and actually seeking out more jobs. But it was a start. Truthfully, it had begun accidentally when she was nearer to the edge of the Wildes, tracking a student some months back. She’d bumped into a cloaked gentleman, and changed shape as a result of his power being one to trigger others. He had taken an interest in the ability of hers, and shortly thereafter offered her some sum to deliver a letter. The rest… had just sort of followed.
She sat back in her chair at the office, eyelids feathering closed under heavy, dark lashes. Just a small rest of the eyes, before she would plan to return to her home outside the school… After a slow day of rehearsing and memorizing herbal recipes with students, the day seemed heavy with sleep. The rest would be a short one. In any case, it was a stark contrast from the excitement of the other position, though not an unwelcome one. Chest rising and falling, her chin slacking into her outstretched palm, Ymir found herself beginning to grow heavy.
A student huffing and puffing and nearly barreling into her room caused her to stir, her feet immediately dropping off fromt eh desk from which they’d been propped. Quickly rubbing the sleep from her eyes with a porcelain palm, she regarded the student. It didn’t take but a moment for her brows to arch in surprise. “I see. You may go. I’ll be right there.” The mental list of supplies was already forming, as she pulled a leather bag from under her desk and set to collecting the items she would need.
A stifling hot room, one which almost immediately caused her skin to dew with sweat, was where her feet quickly carried her to once she’d gathered everything she’d needed. “Ea?” Brushing her hair from her face, it didn’t take long for her to spy the heap near the fire, or the coppery strands peaking out from the folds. She didn’t wait for a response before she opened the bag and knelt nearby. “What happened?” Having known the mage since… well, since childhood, she of course had a guess and had packed accordingly. Double checking didn’t hurt, however.
Nimble fingers drew out a rag, as she began setting out her supplies.
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Post by Ea Cailean on Sept 11, 2017 14:08:22 GMT
The sound of someone entering barely caused Ea to stir, though the fire and the braziers briefly flared brighter. Then his name coming from familiar lips came to his ears and he reluctantly peered out of his nest. Gratitude didn't usually come easy to the fire mage but in the face of one of the few people he counted as friends he managed to temper his attitude from waspish to sulky and... well, pathetic. He reached out and brushed his fingertips against her forearm. It was an unconscious touch, carefully light. His skin wasn't much warmer than Ymir's, startlingly cool compared to his normal feverish temperature.
"Which part? The wild sex in the desert with a fire elf or the two days of storm I've been riding through just to get back here to see your lovely face?" He managed a smirk, though it was rather wan. His hand drew back and pushed lank strands of copper hair back out of his face. The new burns on his wrist flashed raw and pink in the firelight. His head dropped down to rest on his other forearm, fatigued. He shifted a little and felt one of the pouches on his belt fall heavily against his hip. Recalling now what lay within, he drew the pouch up, fumbling with the cords that hald it closed until a sleek, dark stone shape spilled out.
"Got you something. It was pretty and reminded me of you." It was a stone carving in the shape of a seal, carved from some dark, slick stone polished to a silky finish. "The man who carved it swears up and down that his father was a selkie, a seal that could take human form by removing it's skin. Says his mother found the skin one day and hid it and so the selkie fell in love with her. Said they were happy until his father found his skin and was called back to the ocean again. All very tragic, I'm sure."
He didn't sound particularly convinced about the tragedy of it all (the woman had gotten what she deserved, in his opinion), but the tale had entertained him and the trinket had been pretty. It was nice to be able to get things for people. To know that he could do that and not want himself was even better.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Sept 14, 2017 4:08:33 GMT
Ymir’s fingers set to unloading the contents of her medical bag with a skill and purpose that experience provided. She only paused when the heap stirred, and his fingertips extended to touch her. She was not oblivious, having known him so long, to the odd coolness to his touch, and at once her lips turned down. Her frown only deepened, eventually giving way to an exasperated look as he regarded her. “You what…?” She shook her head, going into action. “You’re all burned up. Dummy…” Pulling open a bottle, she was just soaking a rag as he was fumbling to draw out the token. The liquid would have a cooling effect, something which would go lengths to alleviating the angry pink to his burns.
When he outstretched his hand, offering the polished artifact to her, Ymir’s face incrementally softened. Plucking it from his grasp, she gave the thing a brief once over before placing it beside her back. Seizing his wrist before he could retract it, she set to gently blotting at the burns there. “Thank you for thinking of me, Ea.” That was the more suitable response, rather than calling the token ‘pretty’ given that she scarcely felt obliged to looking at it at the moment. It was far from the first time that he had returned to the School in such a state, seeking medical attention. Such was the nature of a Fire Mage. And yet, she knew plainly that he also sought out things that could get him hurt… Like wild sex with fire mages.
Shaking her head slightly, as she gently turned his arm in search of more wounds, stray strands of hair fell into her face. “I don’t know why you do these things to yourself. I mean… I would hardly seek out ‘wild sex’ with a fire elf..” Then again, maybe she was opening herself up for comment. It was hard for many people to picture her having any kind of sex with anyone, given the nature of her abilities. Of course, Ea had heard gossip from her over the years. But still.
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Post by Ea Cailean on Sept 14, 2017 16:17:24 GMT
Ea pouted, just a little, when she pretty much ignored the trinket and started tending to his burns. He let his head rest on his other arm as he watched her. Within a moment though his other hand had snuck out to poke at some of the items she'd pulled from her medical bag, inspecting the pieces that were in easy reach. "I ruined some jewelry," he sighed heavily, though he wasn't truly that affected by the loss. "And I didn't seek him out. He just happened to be where I was going."
As she turned his arm, no new scars besides the burns on his wrist seem to have been added to the many old ones that already decorated his skin. He offered her his other wrist in mute cooperation, fairly certain that if he didn't she'd make him regret it. Besides, he had asked for her to come. "I was going out to a deserted area to cast some large works. Things I can't safely do here, you know? Take the edge off the magic." He sighed and scooted a little further out of his blankets so he could rest his cheek on her thigh even though that was probably inconvenient. Ea was good at inconvenient.
"Turns out he had the same idea. He took exception to something I said and melted some of my jewelry. I fired back, then we called it a draw and made up. He was rough." He almost purred, eyes narrowed to contented slits at the memory. "Maybe you should try seeking it out some time. You know I'd be happy to oblige." He managed a quiet little chuckle, but the offer lacked much of his normal charm all things considered.
"I scorched my back up a little too," he admitted after a heartbeat of quiet, shifting his hair out of the way so she could see the rash of tiny, pock-marked burns that looked more like abrasions than burn marks. Sand heated to scorching had eaten away at parts of the tribal tattoo that covered his back in a wild design of black dots and lines.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Sept 14, 2017 22:10:56 GMT
Ymir watched him pout with a muted satisfaction, frankly not caring if he was hurt. He had been reckless enough – as per the usual, it really didn’t stun her as it had the first couple of times when they had been much younger – to go and get himself hurt, and now he was to pay the price for it. After a moment of thought, amidst his complaining, she exhaled a small sigh. “Thank you for the gift. I do like it and I’ll look soon.” As if those two comments together made much real sense. Regardless, her movements held a sense of urgency which made up for it.
Her fingers brushed lightly over the irritated skin, probing. At his mention of the need to cast to be rid of the magic, her fingers still. Her pretty brown eyes flicked to meet his, her lips pursing slightly. “You know, you running off and having to do that makes me really appreciate my gifts. Sometimes passive magic seems so much more manageable than the active kind.” She couldn’t imagine scathing one’s self in the way he had. Or tripping over tangles of overgrown roots. Or accidentally throwing things because of a backlash of a kinetic ability. One of her hands briefly dropped after that to brush his hair from his face, lingering against the red auburn stands, before she set to re-moistening the cloth.
Ymir raised a hand, cheeks growing pink at the mention of her seeking out such activities. Unceremoniously, she flicked him square on the forehead. “Hush. You know half of them turn tail and run the second I switch. And you most certainly would not oblige.” It wasn’t flirting it; she stated it matter-of-factly, as if she were repeating a law.
Smoothly, she set to blotting at the abrasions on his back. Acting as though she hadn’t just thumped him. “You’ll need to get the tattoo fixed once this heals over… It’s not too bad though.” Satisfied with everything being wiped down, she leaned over to take up a small pestle and mortar. The small clinking sound of several glass jars being moved about in her bag sounded, as she opened them, took a pinch of this or that, and deposited them into the mortar in preparation for making a small poultice.
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Post by Ea Cailean on Sept 15, 2017 16:49:50 GMT
Her comment, whether it made sense or not, seemed to placate him a little bit. He stilled, eyes half closed as she probed the irritated skin, trying not to flinch. He sighed when she spoke, giving a little shrug of his shoulders. "I don't know about that. I rather think that passive magic is harder to control because of how innately it is embedded into mind and body." His voice trailed off, thoughts scattering into quiet. He rather enjoyed making her blush, but he also worried about it sometimes. Ymir was possibly the only person- or perhaps one of two people now- that he worried about hurting with his teasing. He knew it was something of a touchy subject but he wished it didn't have to be. He didn't even protest the flick- he deserved it.
"They shouldn't." His voice had gone more serious, ignoring her concern over his mage's mark. It would heal or it wouldn't, he didn't care much. "And I absolutely would if we both didn't think it was an awful idea. I don't want to be someone that hurts you." He frowned, shifting a little to give her the space to work though he stayed close enough to perhaps be uncomfortable for someone with more personal space. One hand snagged the edge of one of the quilts and drew it up over his shoulders as he shivered.
"Do you want children some day?" He looked away from her when he spoke, instead looking into the blazing fire. The flames leaned towards him slightly, as if sensing his attention, but went back to their natural position after a moment. For once there was no humor or teasing in his voice, just a sort of thoughtfulness.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Sept 15, 2017 23:59:08 GMT
“Is it? I mean, it was frustrating when I was a child, but it’s certainly more manageable. And I never injured myself as a result of using my magic. Unlike someone I know.” She poked a stray patch of skin on his shoulder, unblemished by burns, before resuming her task.
And I absolutely would if we both didn't think it was an awful idea. I don't want to be someone that hurts you. As the weight of the words sunk in, certainly not something the pair had not discussed before, but definitely a topic she found herself frustrated with, Ymir’s pretty almond eyes narrowed and her cheeks enflamed further. “I think the heat got to you. Don’t be dumb.” Of course… there was also something painful in that sentiment. She was someone of over three decades, and yet romantically, she might’ve been a child. It was a sore spot. Ea could run off and have his fun; that had always been something more difficult for her. “Besides,” she continued in a huff, “You’d hardly do that. You know I’d poison you in your sleep if you did.” Trying to spin it into something more teasing, she smiled. To many, she was a happy little bubble of energy. With Ea, someone so familiar and so trusted, he was much more prone to observing a range within her.
Her nimble fingers paused in their work with the pestle and mortar as she reached in to test the consistency. Seemingly unsatisfied, she resumed her work. Ymir did not look up as she considered and responded to his thought. “I don’t want children unless they have more of a family than I had. They’d need someone more than me.” Of course, she was referring to her mother’s passing. It had happened at such a young age, leaving her with a father who had systematically infuriated the Merfolk half of her family. “Besides, I don’t even know that I’d be a good parent. I still learn more every day, just being by myself.” She glanced up at him, head tilting. “You?”
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Post by Ea Cailean on Sept 21, 2017 14:25:10 GMT
"Part of my magic is passive." He frowned a little, shifting to try and look into the mortar as she worked and probably only succeeding in getting in the way. A bit like a cat seeking attention. He didn't talk about this often, preferring to pretend as though his control of his magic was complete. The fact that he could do nothing to stop the self-cauterizing of even minor wounds had always been a sore point for him. "And I'm not being dumb." He let the subject lie there. Only for her, and the few others who had succeeded in getting close to him, would he leave a subject like that alone. Sensitive subjects were his favorite to prey on but Ymir wasn't prey. Ymir was his friend and he had precious few of those. Still, there was one more thought he had to get off his chest.
"You wouldn't poison me." His voice was quite confident. "Who else makes your life as interesting as I do?" There was a soft huff of a laugh at his own humor, then quiet as he let her answer the question he'd asked. Perhaps the reason they worked so well as friends was that they were equally hard to get close to. Though he often though of Ymir as more approachable, he thought she had as few close friends as he. He was quiet for a good long while when she finished, before finally he moved, running his hands through his loose hair.
"I don't know. I mean, I'm getting a bit old for it." He made a face. Rarely, if ever, did Ea acknowledge the passage of time. He had worn it well which his vanity appreciated but some days it weighed on him more heavily than others. "And I would be an awful parent. I'm selfish and irresponsible, abrasive, temperamental, and I'm sure there are any number of people who could add a hundred more sins to that list." There was another heartbeat of silence as his head thumped down into his hands, a frustrated sigh heaving from his chest. Then in a very small voice he spoke again.
"I met someone, Ymir."
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Sept 22, 2017 21:41:23 GMT
A small sound of acknowledgement came from the back of her throat, though she didn’t miss the glimpse of him leaning in from the corner of her eye as he seemed to inspect her work. Pressing her lips together, as if in thought, she regarded him for a few seconds like that, from the corner of her eye. Not dumb? Well, maybe. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t been friends for long enough. Certainly it wouldn’t have been such a leap for either of them. And yet, somehow, that had never exactly been something on either of their minds. Ea was content to have his fun, and Ymir tended to find such fun difficult to come by. He was exceptionally powerful, blessed with magic even to an extent he might not have wanted. She, well, her gift was simpler. The trade-off was that she had plenty of time to practice her craft, to work and to refine it. In truth, Ymir didn’t mind that. It was comfortable. Safe.
Then again, safety seemed to grow boring at a point. And in that way… she did envy her friend. Maybe that was what had piqued her interest in taking up work on the side with Shaecaryn. Given the nature of that job, however, she didn’t warn to tell him. He only would’ve worried. And in truth, some small part of her liked having a secret to hold. Having something that was her own, something powerful in it’s own right, it made her feel stronger somehow.
A quick brush of her fingers, and she seemed content with the consistency of her creation. Turning her face up to regard him fully, she exhaled a small breathy snort of response. “You know, I think you could be a good parent if you thought to try. I think age is an excuse.” Her smile was genuinely affectionate, genuinely appreciative as she regarded him. And then, his voice dropped. A fleeting look of concern crossed her features, before his quieter words really registered.
He’d met someone? Ea, notoroious for fun and games… She couldn’t remember the last time he’d spoken so timidly of a conquest. Then again, his tone didn’t really give her the inclination that that was the case in this instance. Placing the pestle aside, the mortar in one hand, she shifted around to sit behind him. Her fingers softly brushed a few stray wisps of his long locks aside, before she spoke. “Tell me about them.” Her voice was quiet, but encouraging, as she scooped up the paste of plant matter and set to spreading it over the worst of the wounds.
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Post by Ea Cailean on Sept 29, 2017 20:15:00 GMT
He moved when Ymir's intention became clear, drawing his knees up to his chest and bowing his head forward so his back was exposed to her ministrations. He shook his head a little, not entirely sure he agreed with her assessment of his parenting skills. He only took on special case students these days but he counted himself lucky when they made it out of his care with all their limbs nad most of their wits intact. He had been toying with the idea of writing a book on fire mages and the training there of. Nearly every fire mage he'd ever seen brought into the school came in broken in some way. Fire magic usually flared up unexpectedly and destructively.
Her touch was surprisingly soothing on his back and he turned his head to rest his cheek on his knees. His fingers tapped on his shins, making patterns with no real sound or meaning. Just mindless movement driven by his need to fidget. A sharp, dry cough shook his shoulders briefly, though it passed quickly. After it passed, he spoke.
"He's a doctor." He hesitated again, eyes staring at the wall without really seeing. "And he's very kind. We had tea and-" He sighed, painfully aware that he didn't really know that much about Carlisle. "It's very strange. We didn't do anything except kiss, there were other things going on. He seems sweet and fragile and he has a beautiful little girl, and I don't know why I can't stop thinking about him. Him. I don't go to sleep reminiscing about fiery magic sex like I should, but thinking about his eyes and his hands."
He grunted, an inelegant sound that perhaps transmitted how deeply disturbed he felt about this whole thing. "I know he's attracted to me, but I don't know that he likes me."
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Sept 29, 2017 21:57:50 GMT
The jump from him introducing this apparent figure, to launching into a surprisingly sweet explanation of them, might’ve caused her head to spin. With his back to her, at least he wouldn’t have glimpsed the oscillation of her expression: surprise, then curiosity, then something softer, and a small, knowing smile. Perhaps knowing wasn’t the best way to describe the look. She herself had never really been in a position even close to his own in that moment. But, she could appreciate what it meant for him. Ea was one of her dearest friends, and she deeply longed for him to be happy. He was incredibly talented, already making up for what shortcomings she had magically. She enjoyed being able to live through him vicariously, when he made up for her others as well; romantically was no different.
“When do I get to meet him?” Her jest was light, her fingers gently evening out the layer of the poultice she was settling across his back. Quickly jumping, not wanting him to get the wrong idea, she continued. “I mean… It sounds like you want to see him again. And if he’s attracted to you, maybe that means you could figure out if he does like you.” She wouldn’t inquire as to the risk of trying. There was a lot of risk, especially if Ea’s magic went… haywire. Which prompted another thought, even beyond the idea of Ea playing parent for the potential suitor’s child. “Is this doctor not a mage?”
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Post by Ea Cailean on Sept 29, 2017 22:26:17 GMT
He sighed, fingers catching the edge of one of the blankets and drawing it closer to him. He twisted his fingers in it, self concious in a way he hadn't been in a long time. Especially around Ymir. He supposed sometime he felt a little awkward around her if only because he was afraid of hurting her. Or driving her away. And yet she was also the only person he had who he felt like he could speak to. Without filter, without thought to maintaining an image. She didn't judged him. He hoped he never did something to drive her away. It was, perhaps, one of the larger fears he had.
Her question made him stiffen briefly. Then he relaxed and shook his head, smiling a little. "Yes, I want to see him again. After I've gotten my duties back in order. And I want you to meet him but... not until I know. You don't need to meet him if he's just another passing fancy." He twisted a little and smiled at her, raising a copper colored eyebrow. "I mean, if I wanted you to meet everyone I became briefly infatuated with then you wouldn't have time for anything else."
He settled his forehead back onto his knees. "No, he's not. I don't think that's really a problem but... I don't know. I mean, I'm always worried that something will go wrong."
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Sept 29, 2017 22:47:32 GMT
With a few more small gestures, she seemed satisfied with the spread. Gauze, coated with a little honey and another substance to make it better stick, was the next item the mage plucked from her bag. Unfurling it, she rose on her knees. Once satisfied that it was unwrinkled and ready for application, she lightly feathered it in place on his back. It was then that he cast her a small glance, and a smile. She softly snorted in response. Sitting back on her feet, then, hands smoothing the bandage over, she gave the injuries one final assessment. Seeming satisfied with her work, she gave an unblemished part of his shoulder a friendly pat. “Keep that in place until tomorrow night; it should be a lot better by then.” She murmured, a phrase which she had probably uttered a thousand times to him by that point.
Crawling around his side, Ymir looped her hands together, lightly wringing her knuckles in a thoughtful way that was very characteristic of her. “Very well. And, I know you worry – but try not to let that spoil it. Every experience is unique. This could be something big for all we know.” She offered him a relaxed smile, her eyes regarding him with her own excited mirth. “Just take it a day at a time. I think that’s how the saying goes.” Stretching out a hand, she brushed some stray strands of his hair back over his shoulder.
She wished… she could’ve shared the same sentiments for someone. But, at the same time, it wasn’t as if she didn’t have things she could’ve shared. Shae likely just wouldn’t have been happy about it, had she revealed the less-than-scrupulous dealings that the woman had dragged her into. Ea wouldn’t think it was safe, either. And she didn’t want to worry him. The shadow of a storm crossed her features at the thought.
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Post by Ea Cailean on Oct 2, 2017 16:40:50 GMT
Twisting a little in his nest of blankets, Ea slipped an arm around his shoulders and gave her a brief embrace, resting his chin briefly on top of her head. Then he let her go to pull the blankets back up over his shoulders and debated the idea of asking her to cuddle for body heat. Somehow, he didn't think it would be quite as funny to her as it was to him. Besides, as the worst of the moisture had been driven from his hair and clothes and the heat in the room had built he felt somewhat better. Better enough that he thought he could sleep without fear of setting fires. Truth be told, it had been a long time since he'd done that. Sometimes he thought his control was good enough now that he didn't have to worry about it but... he never could shake the fear.
"One day at a time. That's how I do things best, I suppose." He run his hands through his hair, absent-mindedly working through some of the tangles that had formed. "I doubt it's anything big. I mean me?" He chuckled and shook his head though his fingers still worked restlessly through the long copper strands. "I don't do relationships that are a big deal. Not romantic ones anyway."
He shot a side glance at her, smiling a little. "Thank you, by the way. What's been going on in your neck of the woods recently? Wayward students? Dashing princes in need of your tender care?"
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