"So tell me, how do you feel about all of this? Being one of Them, being old Arantheal's favorite, being the magic key to stopping the end of the world?" "I'm not sure I've had time to feel anything about it yet. It's... it's all happening so fast." "Well, nothing is happening right this very moment." Yeah. He was right. Eris felt like the world was standing still. She was a little high, a little buzzed. It was a pleasantly chilly evening, the scent of woodfire smoke carried on the wind from the ground below. It was just her and Jespar. "Alright. I'm gonna feel my feelings. Give me that pipe." She took another drag, and when she exhaled she shouted, smoke billowing out of her like she was a dragon breathing fire. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! THIS IS SO FUCKING WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIRD!"
A guard milling around at the base of the tower shouted back. "Shut up!" Eris clapped a hand over her mouth, and Jespar was doubled over with laughter. "Wait, wait," he wheezed. "I wanna try." He motioned for the pipe. "JESPAR DAL'VAREK IS THE MOST SKILLED AND GENEROUS LOVER IN ALL OF VYNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" "Don't make me come up there!"
The two of them were breathless, red-cheeked, tears in their eyes from laughing so hard. "Do you feel better?" Jespar asked. "Yeah. I do. Um... what you said," she looked down, fidgeting with the cuff of her shirt. "Is that true?" "What, about being a skilled and generous lover?" She nodded and Jespar leaned forward on his elbows. "Well, well, well. Wouldn't you like to know?"
then :) he shot her down :) because he's silly ...
but they still stayed up talking all night <3 <3
