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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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It means exactly what it sounds like.

[--sort of. and he's inside the room now, but he again isn't really moving anywhere without prompting. just loitering where he's at. maybe still distracted by something.

maybe distracted by several somethings. his entire spine itches.

the presences of those aboard feel like bug-legs to him.]

And you don't really want to help me.

Maybe it escaped your notice, but I appear to be from far in the past. There are some modern turns of phrases I haven't ever heard before, so when you say playing doctor my first guess would be you mean I'm pretending to save your life.

[Maybe she's exaggerating there, but no one can feel that warm without risking severe injury if it's left to run rampant. She leaves him there in the middle of her room to inspect her small collection of herbs, picking through and setting aside what she has to assume is the Mor version of elfroot. It looked the same, tasted the same, had the same effects.

She has something for infections as well, but that's topical, meant to be crushed up and put onto a wound. Jove chews her lip as she looks over the bits of leaf and vine she's collecting, bringing one hand up to rub at the side of her neck uncertainly. It shouldn't cause allergic reaction in him, right? Elfroot is a general healing herb. It should be fine.

She glances at him at that accusation, eyebrow raising.]

I don't? Why is that?

[he steps closer, so he can see over her shoulder, as if he's actually at all interested in the herbs she's preparing. so, he's pretty much right there when she looks back at him.]

You just want to avoid having to deal with something unpleasant. You don't want the responsibility.

[it's in answer to both of her comments, and there's nothing really accusing about his tone. he could have been commenting on anything, by the sound of it. and he just as easily rolls into another thought, as if the two subjects had been related at all.]

...How old are you, again? ...Have I asked you before?

[The only sign of how she feels about his sudden proximity is the way her lips purse, but really she should expect this kind of thing by now. Tek likes to do that, sneak up on her. It's like his thing.]

Responsibility is rarely about wanting to have it. It's about handling it when you need to, and right now you're clearly unwell and I can help you. It isn't a big trick, Tek.

[He's acting so oddly, but he's still apparently lucid enough to be asking questions. Maybe there's no brain damage yet.]

I'm twenty-three. My nameday is in the fall. Why?

[he could argue it. he could bring up the fact that the obligation is all in her head, posit that she's just trying to make herself feel better, and pick at all the inconsequential points of it.

he could have made it into an exhausting conversation. and some other time, he probably would have.

for now, however, he's stuck between the want to hungrily refill his energy, and the need to violently expend it. it throws his focus. for once, he doesn't much want to talk.]

That young? [he makes a face.] Are you sure you're an elf?

[Way to say exactly the wrong thing, guy.]

Careful. You'll undo all the progress we've made towards being friendly if you keep that up.

[She turns back to what she was doing, collecting the plants into a mortar and reaching for the pestle to crush them up. There's a moment where she realizes she's now trapped between him and the table she's got all those herbs carefully laid out on, but she pushes it aside. It can't matter, can it?]

[he rolls with the warning easy enough, voice losing its derisive edge again.]

I mean to say that you'd seemed older. It's a compliment.

[and there's a pause that follows where he's just watching her crush up her herbs. ...hopefully.

and when he speaks again, just the littlest bit of impatience or agitation edges its way into his voice.]

...How long is this going to take?

[That gets another glance at him, shoulders losing some of their tension. He looks like he means it, so she sighs and shakes her head.]

In my world the elves lost their immortality. They used to live forever, but now we're just as mortal as every other race. It's still... a bit of a sore subject.

[That's as close to an apology as he'll get in the moment, but when he sounds so edgy with his question she has to laugh. When she turns back to him, she's collected the mashed up leaves into a compact ball, the juices running down her fingers as she holds it up.]

I could have given the herbs to you whole, but like this they'll work on you faster. Open your mouth, quickly if you please. It's going to drip soon.

[regardless of the potential mess that the medicine ball might make, he takes a moment to eye her. it's another quiet, veiled look, but might have been considered suspicion or wariness if he'd put more feeling behind it. just hesitating long enough to fix her with a look, before he finally opens his mouth.

and whether or not she's ever caught him while his teeth are sharp before, they are so now. and out comes his tongue, black and forked, to help pull the bundle of herbs into his mouth.]

[And isn't that an interesting and unexpected sort of thing. Her eyes widen slightly and she cranes her neck forward, tilts her head a little to get a better look at his tongue. If it brushes her skin she puts it out of her mind, ignores it and attributes it to the liquid already on her skin.]

Did I know you had that?

[well, curiosity instead of outright revulsion is not the usual sort of reaction he gets, but he's not about to complain.

and the ball of medicine is already gone--swallowed in one little gulp without grimace. he does take a moment to daintily wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, though.

after that, he has to smirk. it's tired and crooked, but he can't help it. he has to be just a little bit of a smartass.]

A tongue? Oh, yes. Most people do.

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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