[ she can, at the very least, appreciate his willingness to experiment. whether that speaks to a lack of self-preservation, or an over-confidence in his ability to persevere, who can say. she supposes only time will tell, but hopefully not any time too soon. ]
We'll have to be discreet, [ she says, in a tone that almost borders on teasing. ] They don't seem to think too kindly of magic down here.
[ there is something provocative about it, isn't there? such is the case with anything "forbidden."
slowly, she traces the path of his life line down the center of his palm. leaning close, bowing her head as if to speak in softer tones to him, it might look like nothing more than any other couple sharing a quiet moment of intimacy. using the faint firelight from the tea candle placed in the center of the table as cover, manuela's hands begin to glow a faint white light — pure as snow — and from there sylus might feel the heat of a comforting hug travel down from his hand, crawling towards all the areas his body might ache. ]
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We'll have to be discreet, [ she says, in a tone that almost borders on teasing. ] They don't seem to think too kindly of magic down here.
[ there is something provocative about it, isn't there? such is the case with anything "forbidden."
slowly, she traces the path of his life line down the center of his palm. leaning close, bowing her head as if to speak in softer tones to him, it might look like nothing more than any other couple sharing a quiet moment of intimacy. using the faint firelight from the tea candle placed in the center of the table as cover, manuela's hands begin to glow a faint white light — pure as snow — and from there sylus might feel the heat of a comforting hug travel down from his hand, crawling towards all the areas his body might ache. ]