Oh Jinxed, I must send in an ask. I cannot resist. "there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat" For The Mage
They’ve been avoiding you for weeks now. With annoying success. You have to corner them after a council meeting. Frowning at the panic in their eyes as you do. But they school their expression into neutrality quickly, “Your highness?”
“Have I done something to offend you? You’ve been avoiding me.”
“Of course not!” The Mage sighs, “I apologize if I’ve been distant lately.” Their hands are clasped at their front, wringing together as subtle as they can manage. You know when they’re holding back.
Your cross your arms, “There are words playing hooky in the back of your throat.”
The Mage stiffens. “I... it isn’t an appropriate subject for here. Can we speak on it later? Perhaps,” They pause and their eyes dart away from you. Before peeking back at you, “Perhaps, over dinner?”
They are blushing now, and you feel your own cheeks heating up. You barely think before you rush out your words, “Yes. I’d love that.”
You watch their shoulders lax and their eyes brighten all at once. “Yes,” they repeat.
