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Tazenhani · 03-28-2015, 08:43 PM

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Mathis's eyes darted up to meet her eyes briefly, before following her line of gesture. He took a step back, peered and then smiled softly. Indeed. There were more. This one just seemed to be the odd-ball out. He took to stroking it's leaf again. "I see. Thank you." A few more strokes as his eyes bounced between the two plants. "I'll feed this one first though."

And then he'd see. Then he'd figure out. And he was waiting for that 'yes' or 'no'. If there was a 'yes' then maybe he would get another one, soon. For now, he wanted to devote his attention to this one. Spindly little thing.

His eyes darted back to her, this time catching on the corners of her lips and the pull of her eyebrows. Anything? No. Definitely not. For instance, his toes. He liked them. He would not give them. A finger, maybe. An arm or a leg, dependent. But anything. No. There were other alleys. Other hives of wizards like her, like him. He could try elsewhere if she wasn't willing to let him in. He could try other things...

While there was some disappointment, it was minor. It hadn't been a flat out 'no' and the weight of consideration was still there. And there was a 'but'. He quite liked 'buts'. Always something interesting tagged onto them.

"Peverell." The name rolled off his tongue curiously. A use for him? Well, anyone could find a use for anyone, but there was something about the way she said it that indicated this was a different type of use. Or different type of man. Either way, it didn't matter to him. He was looking to be useful. "Where can I find him?" His eyes skipped down her, to her shoes and then up, finally meeting her gaze. "And who can I tell him sent me?"

Dear was out of the question. She had made that plain.

03-28-2015, 08:43 PM	#135 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ More? Mathis's eyes darted up to meet her eyes briefly, before following her line of gesture. He took a step back, peered and then smiled softly. Indeed. There were more. This one just seemed to be the odd-ball out. He took to stroking it's leaf again. "I see. Thank you." A few more strokes as his eyes bounced between the two plants. "I'll feed this one first though." And then he'd see. Then he'd figure out. And he was waiting for that 'yes' or 'no'. If there was a 'yes' then maybe he would get another one, soon. For now, he wanted to devote his attention to this one. Spindly little thing. His eyes darted back to her, this time catching on the corners of her lips and the pull of her eyebrows. Anything? No. Definitely not. For instance, his toes. He liked them. He would not give them. A finger, maybe. An arm or a leg, dependent. But anything. No. There were other alleys. Other hives of wizards like her, like him. He could try elsewhere if she wasn't willing to let him in. He could try other things... While there was some disappointment, it was minor. It hadn't been a flat out 'no' and the weight of consideration was still there. And there was a 'but'. He quite liked 'buts'. Always something interesting tagged onto them. "Peverell." The name rolled off his tongue curiously. A use for him? Well, anyone could find a use for anyone, but there was something about the way she said it that indicated this was a different type of use. Or different type of man. Either way, it didn't matter to him. He was looking to be useful. "Where can I find him?" His eyes skipped down her, to her shoes and then up, finally meeting her gaze. "And who can I tell him sent me?" Dear was out of the question. She had made that plain. __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. Last edited by Tazenhani; 03-29-2015 at 05:32 AM.