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@shcndralar sent : Lysirae blows him a kiss, it meets the side of his cheek in the shape of her full mouth in a pastel pink and warm glow for but an instant. Unprompted || ALWAYS ACCEPTING!

Beach Vacation Starters! [accepting]

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　　　　Sarsi watched with barely suppressed laughter as a guy came rushing to the rescue, offering to buy another cone to replace the one she’d dropped. Ah, the power of the bikini and the beach. Truly a marvel to watch. The guy, seeing that Sarsi had no ice cream either, offered to buy her some. She politely declined.

It wasn't all that surprising that she asked to be called something more informal, she wouldn't be the first. It was, however, a bit of a surprise to feel her finger under his chin, directing his gaze upward so he was to meet her eyes. The trailing touch along his jawline after that, and the subsequent brush of her fingers through his dark locks, he had to make a point of keeping his breathing in check. Though, that was ruined as her fingers trailed down his throat, able to feel his heart hammering away as if it were trying to burst.

Every now and then, he liked to flip through the reports personally. Otto normally took care of such things, Gaute shifting through the rest, but Clive had to lay eyes on them sometimes, to better understand what was going on in the rest of the world. Charging into a situation blindly wasn't good planning, and he had people underneath him to consider now, just as he had been trained to do since he was but a boy.

Now, if only he could focus on reading those reports!

He could feel eyes on him, on and off for some time now, and it made it increasingly hard to focus. Finally, Clive had little choice but to glance up from his papers and see who it was that was staring him down.

She had said that she merely need a moment in the tower, searching for something the previous occupant had left behind. What was odd though, is that she bid him wait outside. Perhaps she had something to hide, or it was something personal to her? Curiosity burned within his mind, trying to figure out what it was she hunted for in this abandoned tower she had sought out. Koltira waited patiently though, finding no need nor desire to intrude upon what it was Lysirae was doing, though he found little to do as he waited, finding himself just surveying the landscape in the time that he had.

Perhaps he would have been lost to the view for quite a good deal longer before he heard Lys calling out to him, obviously from the balcony of the tower considering he could barely hear her. Turning about, his gaze ventured up the tower to indeed find her standing near the top, leaning over the balcony for a moment before disappearing and leaping off of it!

Panic immediately gripped his heart, blue eyes going wide as he immediately tried to figure out how to catch her, about to bolt and try to position himself to catch her, only to finally notice she was descending much slower than a person should! A sigh of annoyance slipped his lips when he remembered that she had the float spell on hand, of course, she would leap from the balcony instead of walking down like a normal person would. He was half tempted to let her float into whatever mess on the ground she was over, but before she was even close he had begun to move. Turns out, he wasn't willing to listen to her complaints about not catching her as he should have.

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He hates these events. They're stuffy and overly official, and he's always ducking out of the way of cameras before anyone can get a glimpse of his face. He's spent years staying under the radar of the public, and he has no intention of breaking that streak just because they (the oh so important top agents) had been invited to some important gala.

The only good thing was asking Lysandra to come along with. She made for a good distraction to his boredom and disinterest. The champagne flute is just at his lips when she speaks, and he smirks as he takes one last sip. It widens when he turs to her, brows arching in that way that preludes dangerous ideas.

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"Can there be one without the other?" It is not a confrontational reply, by any means. A complementary thought, though one to which Alleria knows well what her answer would be. "Love without truth doesn't seem to me like love at all."

What does that say of one who had kept so many secrets from a lover? What does it say of said lover, so intent on pretending not to see what was right in front of him?

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“ Oh, you’re gonna have to be a lot more specific there, sssweetheart --- we’re hardly one big happy family under the rocks. ”

How the grin SPLITS his face like a peach gone rotten in the sun. Surprisingly rare was it to find the Conjuror and Deathlord sharing space, time, breath ( ha ) without a horde of monsters bearing down upon them to muddy the conversation. He was determined to take advantage while he could.

Let it never be said Zoen Mith ignored opportunity. Particularly those crackling with such arcane potency...

“ Talk to a Twilight’s Hammer, to one of my father’s blessed idiots, or take a stroll around the Slaughtered Lamb, and they’re all gonna start swearing at you by a dozen different names. Be grateful for it! Imagine if we all got along --- you and yours wouldn’t have so many heartbeats, now would you? ”