[ MOVIE - ROMANCE ] - A techno-magical reproduction of a star-crossed romance between two lovers not meant to be
What new manner of human foolishness was this intended to be? That, of course, was Rafal's first question. Never in his hundreds and two thousands of years had there been such an exhaustive invention with seemingly no purpose. If Rafal should wish to stoke his imagination beyond its average limits, he would look no further than a well-read book; if he should so desire to be entertained, a titillating duel would do; there was nothing titillating or imaginative about what the latest fad termed a 'movie'.
Or so he thought: "Fascinating. Truly fascinating. They have convened for no more than a day and fallen in love. Now, one has stolen the mortal blow meant for the other and the survivor has sworn never to take on another lover. Surely to the average viewer this spurns belief?"
"Shhh!"
"SHHHH."
A chorus of disapproving voices rang out in concert, so instant and harsh and unanimous that a powerful Fell Dragon was stunned into silence. That is, before he remembered who he was. Rafal drew his brows together irritably, equipped with half a mind to say his piece, but relinquished his dour mood at the sight of Seadall beside him. Enraptured and utterly opposite; the other had seemingly taken a great shine to what Rafal viewed dull. Those eyes could not hold any more admiration for the events on farfetched display, and under the flickering in-and-out glare of the projection lights, appeared at times almost bright with tears.
Wait. Were they tears? Hesitating, his hand suspended just shy of the man's bare shoulder as if oscillating between the desire to apply comfort and the doubt that a destroyer's touch would be taken as such at all. So it continued to hover. Awkwardly.
"Ahem. Sea—Seadall. Are you alright. . .? I see you are feeling considerable distress. Have you need for something to wipe your eyes? I possess—" Absolutely nothing to wipe said eyes with but his sleeve.
