“✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

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[DerpMage]: To my one and only, my shining star, my everything. It’s hard to believe we’ve been together for such a small amount of time–it honestly feels so much longer. I know I’m not the best looking girlfriend nor the most… appealing to look at… and given your past experiences my lacking is a major drawback. I guess what I’m trying to say is… I think I’m ready to embark on a new journey with you. I’van, will you marry me?

//Actual\

Her face gets noticeably redder and redder as she stands next to Baderon and I’van, unable to do much as both males discuss arrangements to make for their next trek to the establishment. Their innuendos and shared laughter cause her color to deepen, until a comment from Baderon about I’van bedding her forces her hand.

Before the Seeker can even answer (and she surmises he will go through very graphic detail had he been asked), she grabs the pendants around his neck and pulls him down. She follows through and cups his face with her hands as she kisses him, long and deep. As they break away, she traps his bottom lip with her teeth, and playfully tugs at it until they fully part. That should shut him up.

Baderon, on the other hand, stares at what just happened before emitting a low whistle. He motions to Mytseyn before turning back to the pair. “A’right, a’right, ‘nuff with the public displays o’affection. Y’want yer room, y’got it. Can y’lot do ol’ Baderon a favor? At least eat summat the goods we got in there. Y’all wastin’ perfectly good food with all yer couplin’.”

The Black Mage murmurs a quick thank you to the Tavernkeeper as she strides towards the Roegadyn. As she writes down their names on the log, she is more than aware of the hungry gaze I’van subjects her to, and can only imagine how his mind must be working right now.

Llymlaen as her witness, she hopes she makes it through the night with just weary cuddles. On the other hand…

“So this goes here…” murmurs the One Eyed Dragon as he struggles with the ribbon in her hair. His tongue sticks out as he concentrates his attention to the stupid piece of fabric giving him such a hard time for the past half hour. He groans as it comes undone again, and he picks it up with a series of curses under his breath.