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Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

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Aren't you funny. You know I meant the bit where it's split down the center.

[She's still too caught up in that curiosity that always gets her into trouble, has since she was a tiny elf in the woods with skinned knees from scrambling over dirt and rocks for a closer look at some animal or another she should be hiding from. She wants to know more, to see his teeth and his tongue again, but she can't think of a way to ask without it sounding incredibly strange.]

You look exhausted, Tek. Why don't you lie down?

I can't sleep.

[he likes curiosity. he himself was known to be the most curious of his brood, and it ended up getting him into a life-ruining amount of trouble. so, he loves seeing it in other people. it's one of the only ways he gets people to keep talking to him, at the very least.

and, right now, the elf's curiosity is helping keep her in one place. it's easier to subtly shift closer to her like this, quietly putting himself just a little bit more squarely between her and the door.]

I don't want to rest, anyway. I want to feel better.

[Really, Jove hasn't considered the fact that she's basically trapped exactly where she is by his proximity, but it isn't a thing that concerns her much at the moment. She doesn't mind closeness, she's used to odd behavior, and Tek is ill. All these things combine to have her defenses low to the point of nonexistent.

When he says he wants to feel better, she frowns and reaches up to touch his forehead again.]

The herbs should start working soon, but I can give you more if they aren't enough.

I told you, they'll do nothing for me.

[and he's still burning up, quietly bleeding supercharged energy into the air. he's not fitting right in his own skin anymore. his hold over his nice solid place in reality is slipping and grating, and leaks have sprung all over.]

There are other things, though, if you really want to help.

[he says it lightly enough, but with her hand against his skin, he easily leans in--bringing the side of his face much too close to hers for anything casual and platonic.]

You're just being stubborn, of course they-

[Oh. He he really is much too close for this to a normal friendly type of thing, isn't he. She leans back so she can look him in the eye, one eyebrow lifted up in surprise.]

Are you suggesting I sleep with you to fix whatever's wrong?

[Her tone suggests she's more perplexed by this than anything else, because really? Does that work for him?]

[and oh, his eyes have a little more of that dim glow to them than they usually do. he really does seem intent about this. even when she pulls her face away so she can fix him with a look, he continues to hover close.]

I need to expend energy. Lots of it.

And what, you want me to hop into bed with you so you can do that?

[Is he for real? She really doesn't think that he can mean this because it makes no sense, she's never heard of anyone getting so ill they needed a bunch of orgasms to fix it. In fact, she's pretty sure the exact opposite should be true.]

Edited (I don't know why that was italicized so I just took it out idek idek) 2015-03-30 00:03 (UTC)

Would that be so terrible?

[and while he has never expressed anything resembling genuine interest before, he certainly seems to mean it this time. with one hand on the edge of the table, he leans his whole body closer--still full of fever.

he just picks up where he left off before she pulled away, his mouth dipping in near her jawline... and a low rumble drums up from deep in his chest.

...the sound is definitely a purr.]

[There's no denying the thrill that goes through her when he puts his mouth right up against her, when she can feel his body heat mixed in with the feeling of all that magic and power radiating him. It's intoxicating, and that purring sound he makes draws an unexpected shudder from her.

She's not ashamed to realize it's arousing, or to accept that in a different situation she might be interested in sleeping with Tek. It would be something that would take time, that would require he actually take it seriously, which in itself is very likely the reason it would never work between them, but right now?

She puts her hand on his chest and eases him back, not minding if he sees that she's a little flushed now from all that.]

It wouldn't be terrible, but I don't think I'm really what you want at the moment. You'd be better served with someone who won't expect a commitment afterwards.

[it's a perfectly reasonable response, and a completely accurate one, but Tek has never been one to be convinced easily. especially not with this kind of delirious focus.]

But you are what I want at the moment. [he leans against her hand as he speaks, applying easy, insistent pressure.]

Let's just leave it at that... and then forget about it afterward.

[and that purr is still there, rolling quietly under every exhale.]

Aren't you a charmer.

[Her tone is just so dry when she says it, and her hand keeps him exactly where he is. Sure, his purring is sexy and she doesn't hate the knowledge that he's attracted to her, but there's no way she'll let anything happen if that's his suggestion.]

Don't make me shock you, Tek. It'd make giving those herbs to you entirely pointless instead of just moderately pointless.

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