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Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: July Planet!
When: The month of July!

[This is another planet mingle since the first one has nearly hit captcha! Feel free to continue threads or start brand new ones!]

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[ lauralae ]

[precedented]

[ Continued from here ]

You do have a unique perspective on the topic. Does it bother you?

[fuga]

Perhaps, once. I have long since accepted that difference.

[ Even if it came with regrets; one of the things she had seen beauty in was Aramas, and she wishes she had not. ]

[precedented]

The difference, I find, is what makes it beautiful.

[ He touches her hair. ] What can you see . . . ?

[fuga]

Those are the things that others do not see. They ignore it, and that is their folly.

[ Hesitant, she leans into the touch, her eyes closing. ]

Do you ask what I see when I look upon you, Ardyae?

[precedented]

Perhaps. Perhaps I'm only curious what you see at all. My eyes see differently, after all.

[fuga]

What I see.

[ She pauses, then looks out over at the ocean. ]

There are whispers in waves, telling tales of things long gone. The trees tell stories and I see those with the heart to tell it. When I look upon the sky I see clouds that bring rain, but also the promise of thunder, of change. When I look at you...

[ She pauses, hesitant. ]

I see something handsome but dangerous. Something I should be afraid of, but am not. Someone that I long to stay near, for the company given is like trust from a tiger.

[precedented]

I could easily bite your fingers off.

[ It's said in a quiet drawl, but he doesn't seem bothered or insulted by her interpretation. Best to be seen for the danger he possesses than to have it ignored. That would only make him push for a deadly retelling. ]

[fuga]

I could do the same to you.

[ Lauralae says it just as simply, her gaze not leaving his. It's literal and metaphorical - she could transform herself to a wolf and chew the limbs off anyone she desired, but she could also use her words and her anger to destroy someone too. She and Leto are both dangerous, but they understand one another. ]

I do not desire to now, but it is still a risk.

[precedented]

True, it is best to acknowledge such things and beasts that lie in the forest.

[ He finds himself tiring - is this real fatigue or the exhaustion of the mind, here in the sand, looking for a woman he has left behind. ]

[fuga]

[ Her eyes scan his face for a moment before she shifts, moving back, leaving a dent in the sand. ]

I have taken too much of your time.

[ Even if she wants more of it, even if she enjoys being around him. ]

[precedented]

[ He blinks. ]

I'm hardly running out of time.

[fuga]

[ Careful, she lifts a hand and touches his forehead, her thumb tracing the skin there. ]

You may wish to enjoy the sand in peace.

[precedented]

[ His lips quirk. ]

It is only sand, Sihaya.

[fuga]

[ She almost - almost - stops herself pouting, but doesn't quite manage it. ]

I was trying to be kind.

[precedented]

I'm aware. But you don't need to be. Simply be yourself.

[fuga]

Then I want you to walk with me holding my hand so I can become accustomed to the touch.

[precedented]

[ He blinks before laughing, a sharp ringing sound. Then he flips himself onto his feet, like an animal, crouched and spry. Leto straightens, brushing some of the sand from his clothes. Then he does something unexpected. He sheds his white shirt, dropping it onto the ground.

The spirals of the wormskin have crept over most of his chest. His hands seem humanoid, save for the vein of wormskin curled over his palm and his fingers. ]

Shall we?

[fuga]

[ There is something about his laugh that traps her, and she forces herself to ignore it as she pushes herself to her feet. When he takes his shirt off she doesn't stop and stare - she simply looks him over, once, before she nods her head. The wormskin is there and there is no reason for her to comment on it; she has not been invited to.

Instead, she moves and steps forward, holding out her hand. ]

I am ready.

[precedented]

[ He clasps it gently. His hands are warm. ]

Then let us walk into the sunset.