[ xenophilius lives daily in a world of threats and menaces he’s constructed in his own mind, but there is something to be said for a more poignant threat; he often finds himself glancing over his shoulder in attempts to catch sight of some mischievous snark, but there is no attempt necessary in order that he catch sight of the impending war. there is no vague, looming paranoia; there is more a great sadness than fear, because fear requires an element of the unknown and he can see the truth of this situation written out in the mark on her cheek. ] “It’s hardly a waste if it does good – but I suppose you make a fair point. It does bring out the colour of your eyes, in a rather melancholy fashion.” [ he nods slowly, considering this stance. ] “In times when serious duels were more commonplace, it was said that scars and bruises were medals of honour, signs of what you have already survived and what you will survive yet. On top of cosmetic purposes, one could see it as a good luck charm.” [ and at this thought he smiles. there is nothing needed more in these times than good luck. ] “Then that must mean we both are. You see, the good luck charm must be at work already ! How enormously fortunate that we should both be fine.”
( the alacrity he exudes engenders a smile of her own, & her touch abandons the hinge of his jaw if only to take the hand he presses to her cheek betwixt her own. it is fortunate that they’ve left their stargazing endeavor immensely unscathed, & the only immediate damage they’ve endured was a yellowing bruise upon porcelain -- & a shock at the sudden flames. she had no interest in pursuing what lied ahead -- they were safe, kindred spirits passive by nature. besides, the worry that boiled in her veins is for the well-being of their lavender and less for her livelihood. the fear of loss subsided; he is here. this is what matters. ) ❛ i had never thought violence would suit me, but perhaps the mere aesthetic of it compliments the hazel. however, i have no desire to do any purposeful infliction. ❜ ( smiling, still, pandora offers a gentle squeeze. ) ❛ but i do think it’s unfair that i’m hoarding all the luck, xeno. ❜