#rdjenny

❝ ——— Sera !! ❞ does he have a right to sound quite so scandalized? Not really, to be completely honest, but that doesn’t change the fact that he feels reprimanded. Like a CHILD. He hasn’t had his hand swatted since he was five years old, if that. He had been young, certainly, and had snuck into his father’s library to take a peek at one of the magickal artifacts that he had hidden in there, with the wonder and whimsy of a young mage, only to have his hand struck by his father, himself. With magick. It left a mark.

Admittedly, he perhaps shouldn’t have been reaching for her quiver of arrows, but he had been curious and could have SWORN that he had seen something. What something? Well, he had been about to find out. Until she hit his hand.

❝ Keep your hands to yourself, ❞ Sera is cross, that much is obvious from the way that her arms are crossed and the narrowing of her eyes and —— she’s wrinkling her nose at him. Charming. And mature, at that.

❝ I was simply —— ❞ it’s only natural to defend yourself, isn’t it?

❝ Hands, ❞ Sera says sternly, voice raising, ❝ to yourself, Dorian! How would you feel if I got all personal with your magick thingies? Don’t make me stick an arrow in you. ❞

Dorian heaves a sigh, eyes rolling as he raises his hands up in surrender. Sometimes it simply isn’t worth it, in spite of his want to know. ❝ Very well, Sera, I will keep my hands off your arrows and you will keep yours off of my magick thingies. ❞

❝ Not like I’d wanna touch ‘em anyways. ❞

He suppresses a wince at the insinuation she may or may not be aware she’s making. ❝ Well then, moving on. ❞