[He likes being asked because he's never the type to give it, anyways. His book is under lock and key.]
[The tease is noted, and the touch does make him shiver, eyelids fluttering, but he agrees with her wishes. He didn't come here for a heated moment, but a quiet one.]
And you think this old guide can be someone warm? I'll do my best.
[His hands shift, pulling her into his lap, as easy as anything.]
You're an odd one for asking this of a Color. Heh.
[ malkuth lets herself be pulled, leaning against him with a sigh. he does, does he? she'll remember that, then; there's sweet ways to ask someone what they like or want too. ]
I'm an odd one in general, aren't I? You're not a Color right now anyway. You're just Vergilius.
[ and she's just malkuth, stretching a bit as she gets comfortable. ]
What do you want? Since you like to be asked. I'm curious now.
The Association might not be here, but I still carry that grade on my back...but I do see your point. LILITH could care less.
[Which is sort of a relief in its own unique way. They're allowed to be themselves at their cores, without supposed roles.]
[She settles against him, and he nestles his head into the crook of her shoulder and neck for a moment. That is a good question. Philosophical, almost.]
I'll clarify with another question in turn. Right now? Or generally?
[A slow exhale against her, his arms tightening their embrace of her just a smidge.]
[What...does he want? His heart beats furtively, wishing he never desired to begin with. What a weakness he has.]
I want...to stay with you until we both fall asleep. [Another sigh.] I want...to feel like you're happy. With me. To know I made you feel that way. It's...worth more than anything.
[She has a point. She's a forceful sort - she would make it obvious if she couldn't stand him.]
[Her attempts at pushing him back are noted. He shifts back, letting gravity take over as he falls onto the bed with her in tow. A little bit of an adjustment to get them both comfortable, but he's keeping her close.]
I'm...happy, to hear that. Really am.
[He thinks they both need it, here. He shouldn't have this. But this is about her, all about her.]
[He kisses her very lightly against the lips. His words are hoarse, pulling from his pained core to murmur:]
I'll make sure this night is one to give...your soul some relief.
[ he kisses her lightly and she finds her heart light as well, fluttering like her eyelids as she tries to keep them shut. she's tired. she's tired. if she tells herself so enough times, she'll be tired again.
well. malkuth'll lay against him, trying to slow her heart and keep the grin that betrays her sudden wakefulness off her lips. what relief is there to be found when laying next to a bear trap? ]
Save some for yourself too, Vergilius. You need to relax just like I do.
[He does mean it with some vague amusement, though. Him, the always-weary.]
[His own eyes are fluttering closed, but he can feel the brief shift in the tension of her body. Not a bad tension, he thinks, and he pulls one eye open to look right at her.]
[ though there's a soft sadness in it, pressing her face more against vergilius. how different were they, really? netzach to numb pain, malkuth to numb loneliness. not so, not so. forget themselves, forget everything for a little while.
still, she tries to lighten up as she continues. ]
I've read a lot of stories, but not a lot of poetry, so... the first.
[Poetry....poetry. He feels her nestle in, and his hand moves up to cradle the back of her head.]
[He does his best to remember. It feels like a lifetime ago.]
Very well.
[He bends his head forward, his voice low and rumbling, like the waves of a dark sea.]
I...do not need money. I need feelings, Words, words wisely chosen, Flowers called thoughts, Roses...called presences, Dreams that inhabit the trees, Songs that make statues dance... Stars that murmur in lovers’ ears.
[A little pause, a breath.]
I need poetry, this magic that burns away the heaviness of words.
[ low and rumbling, deep like the sea, warm and enveloping... surrounding her in the form of his arms, holding her close.
it's a sweet, romantic poem. it doesn't suit a brute like him -- she knows that's what one might say, but they hadn't seen him like her. she relaxes, focusing on the rhythm of his words, the way he draws and cuts them softly, and a sigh escapes her as she drowsily replies. ]
... I really do... love your voice.
[ but that'll be it, breathing soft and even as she slips away. ]
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[He says, quietly.]
[He likes being asked because he's never the type to give it, anyways. His book is under lock and key.]
[The tease is noted, and the touch does make him shiver, eyelids fluttering, but he agrees with her wishes. He didn't come here for a heated moment, but a quiet one.]
And you think this old guide can be someone warm? I'll do my best.
[His hands shift, pulling her into his lap, as easy as anything.]
You're an odd one for asking this of a Color. Heh.
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I'm an odd one in general, aren't I? You're not a Color right now anyway. You're just Vergilius.
[ and she's just malkuth, stretching a bit as she gets comfortable. ]
What do you want? Since you like to be asked. I'm curious now.
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[Which is sort of a relief in its own unique way. They're allowed to be themselves at their cores, without supposed roles.]
[She settles against him, and he nestles his head into the crook of her shoulder and neck for a moment. That is a good question. Philosophical, almost.]
I'll clarify with another question in turn. Right now? Or generally?
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Right now. Generally can come later.
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[A slow exhale against her, his arms tightening their embrace of her just a smidge.]
[What...does he want? His heart beats furtively, wishing he never desired to begin with. What a weakness he has.]
I want...to stay with you until we both fall asleep. [Another sigh.] I want...to feel like you're happy. With me. To know I made you feel that way. It's...worth more than anything.
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[ she can grant half of it though, the tangible half, pushing more against his chest... futilely... to make him lay down. ]
Take it at face value. I like being around you, and I'm happy to have your company. You can stay the night, if you'd like.
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[Her attempts at pushing him back are noted. He shifts back, letting gravity take over as he falls onto the bed with her in tow. A little bit of an adjustment to get them both comfortable, but he's keeping her close.]
I'm...happy, to hear that. Really am.
[He thinks they both need it, here. He shouldn't have this. But this is about her, all about her.]
[He kisses her very lightly against the lips. His words are hoarse, pulling from his pained core to murmur:]
I'll make sure this night is one to give...your soul some relief.
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well. malkuth'll lay against him, trying to slow her heart and keep the grin that betrays her sudden wakefulness off her lips. what relief is there to be found when laying next to a bear trap? ]
Save some for yourself too, Vergilius. You need to relax just like I do.
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[He does mean it with some vague amusement, though. Him, the always-weary.]
[His own eyes are fluttering closed, but he can feel the brief shift in the tension of her body. Not a bad tension, he thinks, and he pulls one eye open to look right at her.]
But I'll do my best. Will you do your best...?
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[ malkuth can relax... in theory. but she's restless and buzzing as a bee in most cases, though she's trying not to fidget as she gets comfortable. ]
Don't mind me. It takes a bit for me to get to sleep no matter how tired I am, Vergilius.
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[Even if she fidgets, he's remaining firm in his embrace, seemingly nonplussed.]
...You said you wanted me to use my voice, to help. Would you want to hear poetry? A story?
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[ though there's a soft sadness in it, pressing her face more against vergilius. how different were they, really? netzach to numb pain, malkuth to numb loneliness. not so, not so. forget themselves, forget everything for a little while.
still, she tries to lighten up as she continues. ]
I've read a lot of stories, but not a lot of poetry, so... the first.
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[He does his best to remember. It feels like a lifetime ago.]
Very well.
[He bends his head forward, his voice low and rumbling, like the waves of a dark sea.]
I...do not need money.
I need feelings,
Words, words wisely chosen,
Flowers called thoughts,
Roses...called presences,
Dreams that inhabit the trees,
Songs that make statues dance...
Stars that murmur in lovers’ ears.
[A little pause, a breath.]
I need poetry,
this magic that burns away the heaviness of words.
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it's a sweet, romantic poem. it doesn't suit a brute like him -- she knows that's what one might say, but they hadn't seen him like her. she relaxes, focusing on the rhythm of his words, the way he draws and cuts them softly, and a sigh escapes her as she drowsily replies. ]
... I really do... love your voice.
[ but that'll be it, breathing soft and even as she slips away. ]