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@asksylphaire
((Will this and this do?))
e-taire and thornedembers today in Twilight Arbor.
S: Oh- well wow. It's a bit hard to choose... so you go first, Etaire!
E: You always leave the more difficult questions for me to answer first, don’t you? I love the things that make you, you. Your skills as an elementalist, your temperament around others, and your stubbornness, though I do wish you’d come to see reason – particularly, my reason – more often than not. I’m only scraping the tip of the iceberg here. Despite everything that makes you, I’m afraid your eyes hold a special spot in my heart; they were the first thing I saw of you. Now that you've gotten my embarrassing answer, it's your turn.
S: That was... hardly embarrassing! ... you probably only saw my eyes first because I was wearing a hood. You on the other hand... I'd be lying if I didn't say it's a little about your looks. You turn heads, with your height, your tousled leaves, smooth, defined features (and tight pants) - and the way you glow all pure as snow during the night. I love the way you're stronger than you look and tougher and rougher than your clean, buttoned up composure gives away. And then there's the fact that you call me all sort of endearments when you want to soften me up or don't share my opinion... while you're all dry wits and sarcasm when there's someone else in my stead, which is, admittedly, all too entertaining, hah. Oh, and! There's that time when you uh... leave your wits aside and just. Hold me so tight, as though I'm about to leave, and never come back... But. The thing I love the most about you, is when you smile. You don't really do it often, but when you do, from your core, it feels as though the world smiles with you. So uh. Yeah. How's that for embarrassing?
((original concepts: x and x ... I drew these by memory tho, when I was away whoops! They're both involved with mafia dodgy business...))
((unless.... you meant us players, anon...?))
E: What is it? Don't tell me you're relieved...?
S: And troubled. I've done worse to get here, I don't believe I'd think twice before following you.
E: I'm not exactly a collection of rainbows and sunshine either, darling. If you've done worse, I've done just as bad. I... can't say I would follow you, were you to fall, but on the other hand, I don't think I could bear to leave you. I suppose it would be quite the dilemma.
S: ... hope we never need to find out.
S: That's not such a bad idea. It's been a while since we've been on a date of sorts. Although, uh... I don't stargaze much any more, since he himself shines bright like a star.
E: What... are you thinking of?
S: Uh, butterflies. You'd have more butterflies. Yes.
S: EtaIRE!! Release me before I barbecue your fingers–!!
E: That should be worth it.
E: We enjoy early mornings in which we don't have to get out of bed, making pastries – in which I bake and Sylphien decorates – and of course recreational killing sprees, because what else would we do?
S: Oh, not to worry, I take very good care of his neck in particular.
E: S-Sylphien! This is highly improper and you should stop r-right this m-minute!
S: Funny you should say that, I didn't hear any complaints last n–
E: Don't make me show them your legs.
S: Whelp.
E: I hope that doesn't disappoint. Though I wonder why you'd ask such a thing in the first place, because this question treads on disturbing.
S: Dist– well! ...we don't usually kiss in front of others...
S: Hm, we don't really have a song, maybe you could pick one for us, anon? Wonder if you have a song that reminds you of me though, Eta?
E: This piece. It starts off quiet and inconspicuous, with just the right hint of allure. Then it picks up its pace before calming again, showing the unpredictability. It can be soothing, it can provide comfort, and it can be warm. But it can also be sharp enough to hurt. It’s not something that can be held down and commanded. It slowly persuades using only sweet tinkling and soft chimes. It’s also graceful and smooth. So, that aside... what about you?
S: ... flattering as always, aren't you? Let's see if I can keep up the game. How about this one? Instrumental, which are your favourite. It starts slow, as though telling a story that has more than one side to it. Perhaps too many sides. The violin flows with a refined sense of pride, one found through self-discovery. It dances through tones as though one would through disguises. The subtle distortions speak of the darker side just beneath the surface, like the calls beyond the mists that only a necromancer could hear. And then suddenly, there's the shrill slashes of the violin bow, like clean-cut dagger trails. Through it all, though, there's the faint vocals, like a subconscious call for a breakthrough. You can almost see a light that shines from within. And yet the song ends swiftly, with the faintest of resound, as though no matter what's been told, there's always more left unsaid.
((Sorry it's not Sailor moon, but Eta linked this and I had to whelp.))
S: Oh, well... I just mentioned it, really. He was quite eager.
E: Another word from you and I'll make sure 'this project' disappears.
S: *grins*
S: Ah — we've never danced together before. Do you dance at all, Etaire?
E: Well, you're about to find out, aren't you?
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