[private] I do not want to move mountains

[Fyr]

I'll settle for the ghost of you.

There is that familiarity again, those threads of Aela’s unwavering patience when she waits him out until he is making eye contact with her. Once again, she says something he is not expecting and once again he is left with far more questions then answers. He frowns faintly, searching those gold-flecked eyes of hers for more clues. He is unaware of her lack of magic and in this there is another missed opportunity much like the one regarding Liesma. He could tell her of Obscene, how he had not been born with magic but had taken a land much like she was attempting to do. He could have told her how the Fae Prince hadn’t always been Fae and had searched for magic until he found it. If he knew her story, perhaps he could give her hope through the tale of another.

Instead, he wonders if she is implying that he is a dangerous thing she is trying to survive. It makes that warmth flicker in his belly again, both in dismay for her astuteness in his terribleness and fascination that she would admit to being attracted to him at all. “Look at you thriving Lilybee.” He finally says with a roguish smile, hiding his true thoughts and feelings in those dark places where the little voice usually manifests from.

The smile lingers as she efficiently counters him, calling him out exactly as he figured she would. His intensity remains the same as he murmurs to her, low and gravelly, “Well I can’t have that on my conscious can I?” He rolls a shoulder in a small shrug before locking his gaze with hers again. “Looks like I’m staying… Until you find a suitable heater I suppose.”

FYR

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