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[ But wasn't it? The fact that she could run to something counter of the Scions. Wasn't it exactly the words that she hadn't wanted to attribute to it? It wasn't a physical sense with which it was meant, but it was all the same-- luring her away with the promise of greater knowledge. He'd jump at it of course, in a heartbeat-- to teach her something that could possibly rile up her precious scions, an unholy pleasure that could be attributed to doing something a little bit wicked, exactly.
Tempting her with the fruit of knowledge and perhaps rewarding her with glimpses here and there of memories, to sweeten it. ]
As always, you know how to summon me whenever you wish-- just don't summon me where the light is too excessive, you'd be doing either of us no favors whatsoever.
[ allusion to the excess of light that near well burned him. Am Araeng before night touched it would be simply off the table unless it was under the guise of somewhere cool and dark. Rak'tika was different of course, the light was prevalent but the cover of trees for the large part shielded him from any lasting damage with excessive contact. ]
[ Allumette could see it in his face, at least partway: he absolutely thought it was exactly what she was avoiding.
And in truth, she knew that was what it was, too. She just... she didn't want to admit it! The minute she did it felt unheroic, and that's what she was here to prove: that she could be a hero like her friends were. She had to stay her course, no matter how loudly the siren song of buried memories called to her.
But... indulging once in a while...
That was okay, wasn't it? ]
I know, I'll stay conscious of the surroundings. Good night, dea - Emet-Selch.
[ She was going to have to watch her tongue from now on, huh? ]
sorry took so long-- was battling a bit of seasonal depression
[ Emet-Selch bowed to his Persephone, his Aphrodite-- so many goddesses throughout time contained into one individual casing. She had been them all over the course of the centuries. A bow executed, part gallantry and with no measure of mocking within it. He smiled though and the way that it touched the corner of his mouth seemed a bit wistfully ]
Sweet dreams, Alumette..
[ strange because he had not wished someone sweet dreams in a long time-- though it had been the same woman, but a different time ]
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Tempting her with the fruit of knowledge and perhaps rewarding her with glimpses here and there of memories, to sweeten it. ]
As always, you know how to summon me whenever you wish-- just don't summon me where the light is too excessive, you'd be doing either of us no favors whatsoever.
[ allusion to the excess of light that near well burned him. Am Araeng before night touched it would be simply off the table unless it was under the guise of somewhere cool and dark. Rak'tika was different of course, the light was prevalent but the cover of trees for the large part shielded him from any lasting damage with excessive contact. ]
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And in truth, she knew that was what it was, too. She just... she didn't want to admit it! The minute she did it felt unheroic, and that's what she was here to prove: that she could be a hero like her friends were. She had to stay her course, no matter how loudly the siren song of buried memories called to her.
But... indulging once in a while...
That was okay, wasn't it? ]
I know, I'll stay conscious of the surroundings. Good night, dea - Emet-Selch.
[ She was going to have to watch her tongue from now on, huh? ]
sorry took so long-- was battling a bit of seasonal depression
Sweet dreams, Alumette..
[ strange because he had not wished someone sweet dreams in a long time-- though it had been the same woman, but a different time ]
It shall remain ever our secret.