at this ungodly hour the charovnikov appears to be blessedly empty, with only the owl's precious rows of books as witnesses. all to their advantage, of course. although, truthfully, solya is not thinking about the way alosha would be snickering at the sight or the unlikely event of stray wizards stumbling through the doors. for once he is not thinking at all, mind emptied of both political schemes and remarks charged with wit. and, more humbling still, this is @greeksmyth's doing. sarkan who, with mind numbing accuracy, rendered him speechless in a matter of seconds, thus bringing the discussion to a sudden ( albeit not unpleasant ) halt. not the result of a complicated spell or scathing words, but a simple kiss.
sarkan interrupts solya with a kiss
lips slightly parted and eyes unblinking, solya brings up a hand to wade his fingers through the oh so neat hair of his fellow wizard. making a mess of the curated appearance as much payback as it is arrow sharp curiosity lancing through his system. ' perhaps i should endeavor to annoy you more often, then. ' he tugs on the dark strands a little, aggravating smile back in place like nothing of consequence just happened. ' you wouldn't mind, would you? '
