[ ah. myr. viren's struck to a moment of quiet by the loveliness of myr's appearance; selifishly thinks to himself for a moment, and relishes the thought: he did his for me. but of course -- it really is overtaken by the sheer brightness of his smile he receives. it's enough, for just a moment, to melt his heart with its warmth. ]
... You look very nice.
[ he remarks without further contemplation, with perhaps the sheer lack of the grandiosity to the compliment enough to speak to the sincerity behind it (anything lesser would objectively be a lie, anyway). ]
We can. [ his clothes rustle as he brings the gift forth between them again. ] Our carriage should be arrive soon. Opening our gifts on the way there would save some time.
[ it must only be the lushest of transportation to arrive, of course. ]
[Myr--somehow--smiles the wider to hear the compliment, ducking his head with a faint ringing of bells.]
And you, I'm sure, are positively dashing. I'd love to meet you like this in a dream, [where he could see it.
Which might not be...out of the realm of possibility, after tonight. Bonded did share dreams now and again. The trick's in whether they'd fall asleep near each other still in their Bonding finery, isn't it.]
A carriage? [Oh! ...He definitely should have expected as much, and yet.] Yes--that would--let me go get mine for you. You might even wear it for the ceremony. It's just in my bag--
[He will vanish momentarily into the back room to do just that, returning with a little wrapped package and...that's definitely a rose, with it.]
Well. It's not a possibility we will be able to entirely foreclose.
[ he both takes the compliment to heart (even if it is a guess) and must preen somewhat. he watches as myr darts off, eyebrows raising — something he could wear. what could it be...? a tie? some chimes for him to also drape over his horns? a silly hat? ]
[ regardless of the possibilities -- when the faun returns, his gaze lingers on the rose. he opens his mouth, closes it. thankfully, before blurting out anything embarrassing, he recalls the significance of -- cultural differences, and their last conversation involving this issue. ]
A. [ he hopes it sounds like a casual inquiry. ] Rose, Myr...?
[Not just any rose but a very lovely one, point of fact--a just-furled bud in a shade of startling violet... Though the stem's broken awfully close to the bud, rendering it more appropriate for corsage or buttonhole than another arrangement.
Myr colors a little to have it noticed but his grin doesn't waver.]
A rose, [he replies, a hint of amusement in his voice. At himself, mostly.] A little forward of me, I admit, but the purple ones are meant to symbolize majesty or splendor,
[also, love at first sight, but that's not quite applicable,]
and I did have this spare.
[So. He offers the package, rose and all, up to the Dragon.]
[ !! someone's grateful for the generous explanation. ]
Is that how you think of me...?
[ he is blatantly fishing for affirmation, here. ]
[ viren utilizes his big brain to deduce the flower might go at the front of his clothing. with some juggling of the proffered gift, he slides both little packages (he will give his own to myr, soon) neatly beneath the crook of an arm. it makes two for being forward (justifying this with the idea that they'll become accustomed to shared gestures with one another): he takes myr's hand to guide it, along with the rose, to tuck it within a pocket against his chest. he may not be wearing any violet, but it does make for a lovely splash of color. ]
Fishing implies the possibility of not getting a bite.]
Let's say I regret I couldn't see you come to our rescue. I'm sure it was magnificent.
[Weird...way to put it, Myr, but okay!! He resists not at all when Viren takes his hand to place the rose and even is so bold as to leave that hand there longer than is strictly necessary.
Even if there's a suspicious flush of color in his face and ears. He is a Faun, after all, and Viren happens to be very many of the things he finds attractive in a man.
He takes the hand back after that moment and beams up in Viren's general direction.]
You honor me, messere.
[Then his ears go up at the sound of hoofbeats outside. That's a carriage, probably.] Our ride's hear, it sounds.
[ viren responds with a softer smile at that, though almost left longing when myr pulls his hand away. the smile lingers, even when his bonded-to-be explains his regret — for all he does welcome the praise, he's well-aware most wouldn't find his dragon form magnificent. astounding as a general specimen, perhaps, but much more commonly discomfiting. he knows to have that effect without a proper glamour. ]
[ rumination on this aside, his mouth does twitch into something more wry at the reminder of 'messere', and his gaze likewise flicks to the door as he hears the carriage, horses and all, pull towards the shop. even before this evening, it's all very much an arrangement he's familiar with (and everett has good ideas, sometimes, he will admit). ]
Well! It does seem you'd heard correctly.
[ the door's bells chime as he holds it ajar for myr to follow. the carriage, unable as myr might be able to visibly appreciate it, is something he paid to ensured it splendor. onlookers might mistake them for nobility (and viren would have it few other ways). ]
[ the coachman, likewise, opens the door; once they're both safely tucked away inside, the horses begin their trek, and the carriage sets off with a pleasant rumble. viren nudges his own gift at myr's lap -- finally. ]
[Fond of--no, steeped in story and narrative as Myr is, his idea of magnificent was as much about the timeliness and spectacle of Viren's arrival--and the pathos of a friend he didn't always get along with sweeping in to the rescue. It borrowed from the poignancy of their relationship, being as they were creatures of different worlds.
Very different worlds, as Myr's cause to be reminded on settling into the carriage. Even without seeing the thing its quality (excess) is obvious, in the feel of the seat beneath him and the smoothness of the ride and how well the walls mute the sounds of the street beyond. The appearance of nobility wasn't an option for a city elf or a Circle mage from the smallest of the Marcher city-states, and for a long moment Myr simply sits and wonders at the change in his fortunes.
At least until he feels a gift pushed into his lap, handily distracting him from his maundering. He picks it up with a smile and runs his hands over it with a certain cheery eagerness. Of course he could tear into it right away, but that's not as fun as first trying to guess its contents from the shape!]
Thank you for this, [he says, as he finally leaves off feeling it and begins unwrapping with his usual meticulousness. ...And since mere words aren't enough to express his gratitude, he'll also shift himself just so in Viren's direction, to make sure they're touching at some point of contact as he finishes opening his gift.] Not just the gift but all of it you've arranged.
[It is not what he'd have picked but the care behind it is warming and welcome.]
[ they may have yet to bond, but at myr's thanking - viren does feel warmth to know that the faun might be pleased enough with all of this splendor to at least make mention of it. and, likewise: the drawing nearer is noticed, as viren's prone to note as a fire dragon with any warmblooded creature, but particularly with myr as of late. he lets an elbow bump, a knee touch and rest against his. ]
[ alas, the exploration of the gift may not be too telling without the petite box first being opened; however, like most would be able to tell, it is of the type to likely contain jewelry. when myr opens the gift, he'll find within his possession a delicate necklace, with its jeweled chain looping about a minute sunflower blossom. because he thinks magic to be the best part of it, ]
It's meant to glow, and grow warm, when a Bonded is near.
[ it's a new piece - viren didn't test it himself, but like gifts beforehand, had been enticed to it by a promising merchant. a soft glow, a pleasant warmth. this one could very well light up like a fucking headlight, burn a hole through clothing. it better not. ]
... It's also [ err ], not terribly practical, actually.
[ just. getting that out there, what with the nature of bonds and all. but while it may not be, viren's sentimentality is showing. ]
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... You look very nice.
[ he remarks without further contemplation, with perhaps the sheer lack of the grandiosity to the compliment enough to speak to the sincerity behind it (anything lesser would objectively be a lie, anyway). ]
We can. [ his clothes rustle as he brings the gift forth between them again. ] Our carriage should be arrive soon. Opening our gifts on the way there would save some time.
[ it must only be the lushest of transportation to arrive, of course. ]
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And you, I'm sure, are positively dashing. I'd love to meet you like this in a dream, [where he could see it.
Which might not be...out of the realm of possibility, after tonight. Bonded did share dreams now and again.
The trick's in whether they'd fall asleep near each other still in their Bonding finery, isn't it.]A carriage? [Oh! ...He definitely should have expected as much, and yet.] Yes--that would--let me go get mine for you. You might even wear it for the ceremony. It's just in my bag--
[He will vanish momentarily into the back room to do just that, returning with a little wrapped package and...that's definitely a rose, with it.]
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[ he both takes the compliment to heart (even if it is a guess) and must preen somewhat. he watches as myr darts off, eyebrows raising — something he could wear. what could it be...? a tie? some chimes for him to also drape over his horns? a silly hat? ]
[ regardless of the possibilities -- when the faun returns, his gaze lingers on the rose. he opens his mouth, closes it. thankfully, before blurting out anything embarrassing, he recalls the significance of -- cultural differences, and their last conversation involving this issue. ]
A. [ he hopes it sounds like a casual inquiry. ] Rose, Myr...?
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Myr colors a little to have it noticed but his grin doesn't waver.]
A rose, [he replies, a hint of amusement in his voice. At himself, mostly.] A little forward of me, I admit, but the purple ones are meant to symbolize majesty or splendor,
[also, love at first sight, but that's not quite applicable,]
and I did have this spare.
[So. He offers the package, rose and all, up to the Dragon.]
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Is that how you think of me...?
[
[ viren utilizes his big brain to deduce the flower might go at the front of his clothing. with some juggling of the proffered gift, he slides both little packages (he will give his own to myr, soon) neatly beneath the crook of an arm. it makes two for being forward (justifying this with the idea that they'll become accustomed to shared gestures with one another): he takes myr's hand to guide it, along with the rose, to tuck it within a pocket against his chest. he may not be wearing any violet, but it does make for a lovely splash of color. ]
There.
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Fishing implies the possibility of not getting a bite.]
Let's say I regret I couldn't see you come to our rescue. I'm sure it was magnificent.
[Weird...way to put it, Myr, but okay!! He resists not at all when Viren takes his hand to place the rose and even is so bold as to leave that hand there longer than is strictly necessary.
Even if there's a suspicious flush of color in his face and ears. He is a Faun, after all, and Viren happens to be very many of the things he finds attractive in a man.
He takes the hand back after that moment and beams up in Viren's general direction.]
You honor me, messere.
[Then his ears go up at the sound of hoofbeats outside. That's a carriage, probably.] Our ride's hear, it sounds.
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[ rumination on this aside, his mouth does twitch into something more wry at the reminder of 'messere', and his gaze likewise flicks to the door as he hears the carriage, horses and all, pull towards the shop. even before this evening, it's all very much an arrangement he's familiar with (and everett has good ideas, sometimes, he will admit). ]
Well! It does seem you'd heard correctly.
[ the door's bells chime as he holds it ajar for myr to follow. the carriage, unable as myr might be able to visibly appreciate it, is something he paid to ensured it splendor. onlookers might mistake them for nobility (and viren would have it few other ways). ]
[ the coachman, likewise, opens the door; once they're both safely tucked away inside, the horses begin their trek, and the carriage sets off with a pleasant rumble. viren nudges his own gift at myr's lap -- finally. ]
For you.
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Very different worlds, as Myr's cause to be reminded on settling into the carriage. Even without seeing the thing its quality (excess) is obvious, in the feel of the seat beneath him and the smoothness of the ride and how well the walls mute the sounds of the street beyond. The appearance of nobility wasn't an option for a city elf or a Circle mage from the smallest of the Marcher city-states, and for a long moment Myr simply sits and wonders at the change in his fortunes.
At least until he feels a gift pushed into his lap, handily distracting him from his maundering. He picks it up with a smile and runs his hands over it with a certain cheery eagerness. Of course he could tear into it right away, but that's not as fun as first trying to guess its contents from the shape!]
Thank you for this, [he says, as he finally leaves off feeling it and begins unwrapping with his usual meticulousness. ...And since mere words aren't enough to express his gratitude, he'll also shift himself just so in Viren's direction, to make sure they're touching at some point of contact as he finishes opening his gift.] Not just the gift but all of it you've arranged.
[It is not what he'd have picked but the care behind it is warming and welcome.]
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[ alas, the exploration of the gift may not be too telling without the petite box first being opened; however, like most would be able to tell, it is of the type to likely contain jewelry. when myr opens the gift, he'll find within his possession a delicate necklace, with its jeweled chain looping about a minute sunflower blossom. because he thinks magic to be the best part of it, ]
It's meant to glow, and grow warm, when a Bonded is near.
[ it's a new piece - viren didn't test it himself, but like gifts beforehand, had been enticed to it by a promising merchant. a soft glow, a pleasant warmth. this one could very well light up like a fucking headlight, burn a hole through clothing. it better not. ]
... It's also [ err ], not terribly practical, actually.
[ just. getting that out there, what with the nature of bonds and all. but while it may not be, viren's sentimentality is showing. ]