[ another crow emoji, this time one holding a gem. ]
Is that so hard to imagine? if this works out, maybe when we see each other, we can both get what we want. [ meaning, maybe they both could just genuinely be happy to see each other. ]
[ he does give a small smile when he sees that emoji. that looks just like her... ]
Oh? you want me to tell you? I thought you were good at solving mysteries. [ is she? well, wouldn't most consider entities like ghosts and ghouls as such? either way, it's more playful than anything serious. ]
Then Ill be sure to keep it coming, miss ghost buster.
You always have. did you think everyone could come in and out of the base?
[ though in her case, if she wanted to stay... ]
You can feel the hint for yourself when youre here. [ it's his heartbeat. ] or would you prefer looking into my eyes. I wonder which would make it clearer. [ it's a date, yeah. ]
Dont leave me waiting too long. There may be a price for that.
[ or so he says, but he's already been waiting for her since the start of this text exchange.
still, he waits for her to arrive. he wonders if she'll be surprised that the lock to the door this time is set to voice recognition. ... and that her voice is registered in it. don't ask. ]
[ Not the [redacted] tracker... I've seen those articles... ]
i promise i'll be there soon!
[ She is a lady of her word, so she arrives in quick time; at this point she knows where to go and swiftly makes her way to the door after parking her bike nearby. Though her attempts to continue are hindered, since it's still locked and her usual methods aren't working... ]
Huh, why is it not-
[ Oh there's the sound of the door unlocking. To her voice. Why did it do that.
She'll sloooowly poke her head in now, still puzzling out what just happened there. ]
[ it'd be far more difficult not to see the ironic parallel of her using a fluffy bird emoji and him with his crow emojis. oddly enough, they match her a little too well, and he can just as readily picture her with such an expression on her face.
when he sees her crop up on the security feed, his lips already draw out into a slow smile. he already begins walking out in the hall to greet her. a sort of indolent cock of his head, as he draws his hand out towards her. it's a gesture that almost mimics the way one would extend their hand out to an injured bird; careful and almost delicate, contrary to how he looks. ]
What's with the look of caution? If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was your first time coming into a predator's den. [ it's a joke. does it sound like one coming from him, though? ]
[ It's a parallel that isn't lost on her either, though she tries to not let herself dwell on it too much. Overthinking is her greatest weakness, and it's already worked against her quite a bit today.
So she pushes back her wondering about the door and her voice, for now at least, and steps further inside as his hand extends towards her. Even how she tilts her head at him is birdlike, and she huffs a little as she steps in fully; letting the door close behind her and officially sealing her fate. Which she doubts is anywhere near as perilous as Sylus is joking it to be. ]
Are you saying I should be worried about you? [ She's already proclaimed her trust in him and, joke or not, there's no taking that back now.
...
... Her mind drifts back to their conversation, about holding hands, and her eyes flicker back to the one extended out towards her. There's a second of hesitation, a quiet gauging of is it okay for me to do this and then her hand reaches for his once she takes one more step closer. It's a cautious touch, still feeling for his reaction, but it's there all the same. ]
I was more curious about how the door responded to my voice.
[ the fact that she isn't worried, despite his prior injunction (or the implication of one), seems to give him more comfort than alarm. he liked the way she didn't display any semblance of fear with him. though, he presumed that may just have been because they were alike in some ways. whether it's the unorthodox lives they both led, or otherwise.
his gaze softens slightly. it's subtle as he studies the way she tilts her head, or stands her ground at his front door.
he wonders what she's thinking of at a time like this.
his fingers flex instinctively, before she actually reaches out. there's a small nod of his chin, as if to confirm that the contact and warmth shared between their fingertips was more than permissible. his thumb brushes over the back of her hand as he pulls her in. ] Shouldn't you know the answer to that?
[ it's not any real answer, at all. ]
You've been quite chatty with Mephisto. [ ... ] So I figured itwas the perfect time for an upgrade.
[ he starts off... don't make him mimic you, lapis. ]
[ Even with how cautious she may act, or how flustered he makes her, there's never truly been any fear. Sylus is familiar in a way very few are, and if he's attempting to close that distance between them - something she had kept up, believing otherwise - then...
Then she can try. It's why she moves easily with him as he pull her in, that tension melting off her more by the second; quiet caution replaced by a soft curiosity, her eyes drifting down to their hands as his thumb brushes over her skin. He says she should know the answer and so, with warmth filling her cheeks again, she hums softly in agreement. ]
... Mm, you're right, I do.
[ Her fingers squeeze around his for a moment, warm and gentle, before there's a huff at his comment on her being chatty. ]
Well, Mephisto is easy to talk to. [ Now her cheeks are burning up even more now, as much as she tries to retain her composure. This is fine, she can handle this. ]
Though why my voice? I didn't think you liked listening to me that much.
[ sylus may not have needed the verbal confirmation, and yet... he finds himself relishing in it, regardless. there's a certain softness to his expression for a moment as his lips curve into a smile, especially as he feels the way she squeezes his hand. a physical reminder to their proximity outside of the warmth.
he finds it easy to draw her hand upwards, almost to his lips before it stops a bit short. just collecting a bit of his breath against her skin, before he answers. ] And is it just him that you've had such an easy time talking to?
[ his brows lifts slightly at her words. ]
Whose voice would I use if not yours? [ it's not a question, it's a statement.
there's a certain firmness and finality to it. ] If anything, I'd say it's you who is less likely to listen to mine, sweetie.
[ ... It's probably dangerous how her first thought when she sees him smile is how she would like to see that more. Yet, she doesn't let herself push it aside to ignore either. If she's able to make Sylus smile like that, then she would like to keep doing so.
Though for now, she finds herself flushing all over again as he brings her hand closer - the warmth of his breath against her skin causing her own to catch. There's an unconscious twitch of her hand, but there's no movement to pull away; only a faint pout as she tries to ignore the burn along her cheeks. ]
He's less likely to make me flustered when we talk. [ She isn't confirming or denying though. ]
I see you aren't worried about me abusing that and walking in anytime. [ It feels like he might encourage that, honestly. ] And if I didn't want to listen to your voice, I wouldn't be here.
[ ...
... ] A-anyway. There was also a spirit problem, right?
Then shouldn't we practice so you won't feel so "flustered"?
[ there's definitely a teasing tone to his voice, especially as he tilts his head slightly, as if placing invisible emphasis to his words. he does notice the slight flush of her skin and draws his other hand to gently tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. ]
You can abuse it all you want. That's your right. [ there's that same conviction again as he brushes his fingers against her hand, idly as he talks. he seems almost absorbed in the feeling of their joined hands, enough where he almost forgot the reason she was here to begin with.
And here I thought you liked seeing me flustered...
[ Even with her cheeks reddening further, she can still manage a slight tease back. And while she stubbornly tries to ignore the heat along her skin, she still unconsciously leans into his touch as he tucks her hair back. ]
Ah... I guess I should make non-work visits more often then. [ Even if her tone is light, she does mean this. It's still a little daunting but... The warmth of his hand around hers, his fingers brushing against her skin, helps to reassure her.
Before she then huffs, taking a step forward and gently tugging on his hand to follow. ]
Yes, yes, let's go deal with this spirit.
[ If her fingers shift to lace through his, it's only to better allow her to lead him along the hallway. That's totally her reasoning. She's been here enough times to get a good idea of the layout, so lets see if she can detect this wayward spirit. ]
... They have't tried to hurt you, have they?
[ She knows even if they did, he would heal within seconds. But she still worries. ]
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[ another crow emoji, this time one holding a gem. ]
Is that so hard to imagine? if this works out, maybe when we see each other, we can both get what we want. [ meaning, maybe they both could just genuinely be happy to see each other. ]
He tells me you like your fair share of drama.
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[ ... That emoji is cute though. She appreciates these crow emojis.
After a moment, he gets this back:
though what is it you want?
and he's not wrong
a little drama keeps things exciting
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[ he does give a small smile when he sees that emoji. that looks just like her... ]
Oh? you want me to tell you? I thought you were good at solving mysteries. [ is she? well, wouldn't most consider entities like ghosts and ghouls as such? either way, it's more playful than anything serious. ]
Then Ill be sure to keep it coming, miss ghost buster.
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[ Her true form is basically a huffy bird- ]
so no easy answers for me today. can i get a hint?
and at least i know it will never be boring with you. though speaking of ghost busting, i'll be there soon to deal with your issue
[ And date? This is also a date now, she guesses. ]
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[ though in her case, if she wanted to stay... ]
You can feel the hint for yourself when youre here. [ it's his heartbeat. ] or would you prefer looking into my eyes. I wonder which would make it clearer. [ it's a date, yeah. ]
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[ Don't tempt her, if she stayed that means she will be in direct contact with Mephisto and the spoiling will increase 80% ]
oh
feeling it might be more clear... depending on what i'm feeling
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[ lapis please... ]
Then you can feel it as much as you want. I can guide your hand there to make sure it doesnt get lost.
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[ Says the resident workaholic. ]
i just thought you weren't. you know. interested in me beyond work matters
but anyway
it's fine you don't need to do that! just. tell me where to put my hand it's fine
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[ ... ]
Over my heart, of course.
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attention
but i do believe you
[ Right. Over his heart. This is fine she can do that- ]
okay i'll make sure to put my hand
right there
i'm going to stop here before i embarrass myself even more
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[ sorry lapis... he's still going. ]
How much can I do before you start getting used to it?
Should we try holding hands next?
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i have a feeling that's going to happen if you keep saying stuff like this...
holding hands? alright fine
we can do that. i'm sure i'll get used to it
[ She's going to get flustered if it happens. ]
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Oh? Can I take that to mean youre confident?
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yes i am! the next time i see you i'm holding your hand
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[ he can also track... [redacted] jk ]
Dont leave me waiting too long. There may be a price for that.
[ or so he says, but he's already been waiting for her since the start of this text exchange.
still, he waits for her to arrive. he wonders if she'll be surprised that the lock to the door this time is set to voice recognition. ... and that her voice is registered in it. don't ask. ]
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i promise i'll be there soon!
[ She is a lady of her word, so she arrives in quick time; at this point she knows where to go and swiftly makes her way to the door after parking her bike nearby. Though her attempts to continue are hindered, since it's still locked and her usual methods aren't working... ]
Huh, why is it not-
[ Oh there's the sound of the door unlocking. To her voice. Why did it do that.
She'll sloooowly poke her head in now, still puzzling out what just happened there. ]
... Sylus?
[ She's gonna ask. ]
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when he sees her crop up on the security feed, his lips already draw out into a slow smile. he already begins walking out in the hall to greet her. a sort of indolent cock of his head, as he draws his hand out towards her. it's a gesture that almost mimics the way one would extend their hand out to an injured bird; careful and almost delicate, contrary to how he looks. ]
What's with the look of caution? If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was your first time coming into a predator's den. [ it's a joke. does it sound like one coming from him, though? ]
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So she pushes back her wondering about the door and her voice, for now at least, and steps further inside as his hand extends towards her. Even how she tilts her head at him is birdlike, and she huffs a little as she steps in fully; letting the door close behind her and officially sealing her fate. Which she doubts is anywhere near as perilous as Sylus is joking it to be. ]
Are you saying I should be worried about you? [ She's already proclaimed her trust in him and, joke or not, there's no taking that back now.
...
... Her mind drifts back to their conversation, about holding hands, and her eyes flicker back to the one extended out towards her. There's a second of hesitation, a quiet gauging of is it okay for me to do this and then her hand reaches for his once she takes one more step closer. It's a cautious touch, still feeling for his reaction, but it's there all the same. ]
I was more curious about how the door responded to my voice.
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his gaze softens slightly. it's subtle as he studies the way she tilts her head, or stands her ground at his front door.
he wonders what she's thinking of at a time like this.
his fingers flex instinctively, before she actually reaches out. there's a small nod of his chin, as if to confirm that the contact and warmth shared between their fingertips was more than permissible. his thumb brushes over the back of her hand as he pulls her in. ] Shouldn't you know the answer to that?
[ it's not any real answer, at all. ]
You've been quite chatty with Mephisto. [ ... ] So I figured itwas the perfect time for an upgrade.
[ he starts off... don't make him mimic you, lapis. ]
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Then she can try. It's why she moves easily with him as he pull her in, that tension melting off her more by the second; quiet caution replaced by a soft curiosity, her eyes drifting down to their hands as his thumb brushes over her skin. He says she should know the answer and so, with warmth filling her cheeks again, she hums softly in agreement. ]
... Mm, you're right, I do.
[ Her fingers squeeze around his for a moment, warm and gentle, before there's a huff at his comment on her being chatty. ]
Well, Mephisto is easy to talk to. [ Now her cheeks are burning up even more now, as much as she tries to retain her composure. This is fine, she can handle this. ]
Though why my voice? I didn't think you liked listening to me that much.
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he finds it easy to draw her hand upwards, almost to his lips before it stops a bit short. just collecting a bit of his breath against her skin, before he answers. ] And is it just him that you've had such an easy time talking to?
[ his brows lifts slightly at her words. ]
Whose voice would I use if not yours? [ it's not a question, it's a statement.
there's a certain firmness and finality to it. ] If anything, I'd say it's you who is less likely to listen to mine, sweetie.
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Though for now, she finds herself flushing all over again as he brings her hand closer - the warmth of his breath against her skin causing her own to catch. There's an unconscious twitch of her hand, but there's no movement to pull away; only a faint pout as she tries to ignore the burn along her cheeks. ]
He's less likely to make me flustered when we talk. [ She isn't confirming or denying though. ]
I see you aren't worried about me abusing that and walking in anytime. [ It feels like he might encourage that, honestly. ] And if I didn't want to listen to your voice, I wouldn't be here.
[ ...
... ] A-anyway. There was also a spirit problem, right?
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[ there's definitely a teasing tone to his voice, especially as he tilts his head slightly, as if placing invisible emphasis to his words. he does notice the slight flush of her skin and draws his other hand to gently tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. ]
You can abuse it all you want. That's your right. [ there's that same conviction again as he brushes his fingers against her hand, idly as he talks. he seems almost absorbed in the feeling of their joined hands, enough where he almost forgot the reason she was here to begin with.
oh, right. ]
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Shouldn't you lead the way?
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[ Even with her cheeks reddening further, she can still manage a slight tease back. And while she stubbornly tries to ignore the heat along her skin, she still unconsciously leans into his touch as he tucks her hair back. ]
Ah... I guess I should make non-work visits more often then. [ Even if her tone is light, she does mean this. It's still a little daunting but... The warmth of his hand around hers, his fingers brushing against her skin, helps to reassure her.
Before she then huffs, taking a step forward and gently tugging on his hand to follow. ]
Yes, yes, let's go deal with this spirit.
[ If her fingers shift to lace through his, it's only to better allow her to lead him along the hallway. That's totally her reasoning. She's been here enough times to get a good idea of the layout, so lets see if she can detect this wayward spirit. ]
... They have't tried to hurt you, have they?
[ She knows even if they did, he would heal within seconds. But she still worries. ]
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why did dw eat my tag
dw said chest touch too scandalous
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slowly drags myself back in......
flies to on mobile