𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂&𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘

kaire swung his legs over the edge of the pier, toes barely brushing the water. " hey . . . do humans ever just. . . . disappear into the sea ? " his voice was soft, almost shy, but there was a glimmer in his eyes that didn’t match the hesitance. " like, without anyone pushing them ? or . . . maybe with someone pushing them. " he smiled, quick & bright, as though he hadn't just suggested murder. \ @20rolled, skyler.

gaze slowly moves towards the other, not wanting to let him know that he's startled by how . . . nonchalant the question was. lips part and then close, brows furrowing. "huh." arms uncross from his chest, keeping hands at his sides . . . just in case. "people disappear at sea all of the time. disappearing into the sea, with or without someone's help isn't . . . unheard of, but it certainly isn't common." he meet's kaire's gaze. "have you pushed lots of people into the sea, kaire?"

kaire pressed his palms to their cheeks, eyes going wide. " you're so warm right now — oh, is that 'cause you're embarrassed ? or nervous ? " his grin spread. " hey, " kaire said suddenly, like it had just popped into his head. " if you could breathe underwater forever, would you come live down there with me ? " \ @20rolled, molly.

"embarrassed?  nervous?"  a  soft  chuckle  tumbles  past  the  tiefling's  lips.  "oh,  no,  darling,  i  could  never  be  any  of  that  when  i'm  around  you."  finger  gingerly  hooks  under  kaire's  chin  as  the  other's  hands  press  against  his  cheeks.  "i'm  simply  marveling  in  your  beauty,  of  course."  a  thoughtful  hum  follows  as  mollymauk  mirrors  him,  head  canting  to  the  side.  "well,  if  i  could  breathe  underwater,  then  yes,  i  suppose.  there  would  be  nothing  stopping  me  from  doing  so,  now  would  there?  unfortunately,  i  must  breathe  air.  a  shame,  really.  i  look  beautiful  dripping  .  .  .  in  water."

@20rolled

"hm  .  .  .  no,  that  was  definitely  you  that  said  it."  he  has  a  fifty-fifty  chance  of  this  working.  "don't  you  remember,  grog?"

                                                                     → starter w/ @20rolled (Minori)

"where  are  we?"  she  asks,  looking  up  at  him.  he  looked  young,  a  bit  familiar.  "what  time  is  it?"

eye peers over the wooden tankard as you relish the drink, elven absinthe. it's herbal taste reminds you of home and heats from your throat to your belly. this drink was the reason why you weren't as anxious as your counterpart, sat across from you. albeit this being your third one of the evening, dragon blood be damned. ❝ if i didn't want to know, i wouldn't have asked. ❞ stated simply, a ghost of a smile upon your dark painted lips. poor fellow. a jest spills from your tongue. ❝ would you have preferred that i root around in your thoughts myself? ❞

"  .  .  .  no,  i  would  not  have  preferred  that."  a  pause  as  he  lifts  to  drink  once  more  but  stops  before  the  tankard  reaches  his  lips,  turning  to  face  them.  "can  you  really  root  around  my  thoughts?"  the  idea  of  it  is  terrifying.  not  because  vax'ildan  has  anything  worthwhile  to  hide,  but  because  there  are  things  he  has  not  yet  come  to  terms  with.  he  would  hate  for  someone  else  to  have  that  information  and  perhaps  hold  it  over  him.  "must  come  in  handy,"  he  muses,  head  canting  slightly  before  hand  is  held  out.  "vax'ildan.  if  you're  going  to  root  around  my  mind,  i'd  like  to  know  who  is  doing  it."

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