sranks | a necromancer and a priestess walk into a confessional

Fascinating...

[Not like she's expecting anything else, probably, but of course he finds her little wings to be this mesmerizing. If allowed to grow further, would those bones fully form and would these wings remain permanently? What a beautiful sight that would be...

He glances back up at her at that, and it earns a laugh. Both parts of it, really; she's gone far beyond indulging him for saving her life today, after all, and the rest...]

So? Let them talk. I don't particularly care what they have to say, anyway.

[He could let that speak for itself, but this is Zvei, so he can't shut himself up that simply.]

Perhaps I do fancy you, miss Amaya. After all, who else could possibly hold my attention and interest like you do? Who else could convince me to sit still, even for just a few minutes? Who would listen to my stories and share their own, without a shred of judgment for the things I've done - the things I'm willing to do? Why, it'd be far stranger if I didn't like you, wouldn't it?

[Amaya would have been perfectly fine to leave things as is; she's always been fonder of comfortable silence than anything else. But it wouldn't be Zvei if he didn't feel the need to rise to the occasion, and Amaya suppresses the groan that wishes to escape her when she listens to him speak so easily, so freely.

Her gaze averts, briefly, and strangely enough her wings shudder and flap once or twice for good measure--she's not sure what to make of his words, if they're even true or if he's simply speaking for the sake of it. Something in her eyes narrows, briefly, before she looks back at him with that same placid look she's kept for most of this conversation, but...

Her other hand comes up, resting on Zvei's shoulder.]

...Perhaps it would. But...you do know, that I cannot return that sentiment. I cannot return those passionate words, nor the feelings that you express. You are who you are, and...I am what I am. Two very different things. You...could do better.

...But regardless, I do not mind it. The things you have done...what you will do, and the path you have chosen.

Perhaps that is why I prefer your company, as well.

[Ah, there go her wings... cute... He's going to pet them again if she'll let him!!]

And you know as well as I do that my feelings never last for very long. The things I feel are fleeting and ephemeral. I am not truly capable of anything more than "liking" someone.

[But one could say that Amaya cannot even do that much. Maybe, in that regard, she's right and he could do better. But why would he want to waste the effort on trying when he's already found someone he does like? Fleeting or not, there's no reason to deny himself something he wants. Zvei isn't the sort to do that, anyway.]

Then that's good enough for me. Though I'm sure one could say that you likewise could do better!

...I doubt they would, if they knew the reasons I kept your company.

[She's in no position to stop him from petting her wings again, though the hand on Zvei's shoulder travels up and her head tilts as it settles against his cheek, one clawed thumb gently brushing his cheek.]

You annoy me deeply, you know. You have a habit of talking more than necessary, with your insight and your observations. It is almost deafening when you elect to do so, shutting out all of the quiet in my mind and causing irritation to rise within me as you continue. You agitate me, you insufferable man.

[But there's no bite in Amaya's words, and something in her gaze seems...soft, somehow. Her gaze is still cold, but there's something in those eyes of hers, something about as close as warmth as she can get.]

...But you make me feel something. And that, I think...is enough. For me, at least. I would not want you to change that much.

Perhaps, if only in that way...I fancy you, too. That is enough, for me.

[He leans into it, mismatched eyes looking back up at her with a grin that only grows as she continues. After all, he can see where she's going with this - oh sure, he annoys and frustrates her, but that means she's feeling something, and something is always better than nothing.]

Then it's enough for me too.

[And that's simply that, as far as he's concerned. It doesn't have to be any more complicated than that.]

What a lovely compliment, though! My, you're going to make me blush, miss Amaya~

[she called you annoying as hell, zvei.]

[Amaya doesn't stop the groan from escaping herself this time, though she does continue to play with Zvei's hair and moves to give him a small kiss on the head.]

And you're fit to give me a migraine, Zvei. But...I would not have you any other way.

[Amaya sighs a bit.]

...Have you observed everything that you wanted to, Zvei? Or is there anything else I can do? I do not mind staying like this for as long as you would like.

[Teehee~ ♡]

Good, because I won't be changing!

[But with that joke(?) out of the way...]

Hmm... I can think of one change I'd make!

[Zvei nuzzles into her hand for a moment before he moves to stand. Sadly, he is only human (deimori) and cannot remain on his knees forever. So instead, he's going to move to sit on the bed beside Amaya. The cots in here aren't exactly large enough for two people, which means we're cuddling now. Deal with it. This is also the perfect way for him to continue poking her wings, so win/win!!]

There we go~ [He is absolutely securing an arm around her waist to get at that wing over there, hello!!] Much better!

[Amaya will release Zvei as he goes to move, not sure what he's going to do at first...but then he joins her on the bed, and Amaya can't help but let out a soft noise at the current situation.]

Much closer to the true object of your affections now...I see, I see.

[It's only lightly teasing, but you know what. She kind of wants him close, to, and if he doesn't mind she kind of just wants to lean against him a bit so she isn't sitting straight up. She's still in massive amounts of pain right now, after all.

...That, and now he has even easier access to her wings! Win/win, if he'll allow that. They do seem to shutter and flap a little bit, but they do calm down enough if Zvei wants to continue poking around them. But she wants to get some relief for her poor aching body, sue her. Cuddle time.]

I can't hide anything from you, can I?

[Not that he's complaining!! This is nice. Both having her this close and having more access to her wings!!! Win/win indeed. Zvei wastes no time in gently poking at them further, clearly very invested in his observations... but at least this time he'll keep them in his head so she can rest. His free hand comes up almost absently to send another wave of healing magic through her - it likely won't do any more than his last attempts did, but an attempt was made regardless.]

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