[ Does her eloquence means she gets to tell you stories over 1001 nights, Zelman?
And she comes before half an hour, dressed in pale blue, keeping an eye out for a red-headed man as she strolls along the balcony. The upper tier is off-limits for her now, she made promises to that effect. ]
[hey, good eloquence is hard to find. good stories are even more elusive.
of course, Zelman'll show up just as she starts looking around for him--but on the upper tier, leaning down over the minimal railing. he's dressed like he always is, very casual. that seems to be a theme, with him.]
Yo! [he props his face up on his hand.] The view's better from up here, you know.
[not to suggest that she's one to enjoy putting herself in certain-death situations or anything like that. he's just a fan of falling, and extends that courtesy to others.]
[and he will not disappoint! and though it really will take him until sunrise, he'll show up again just like he did that night.
well, okay, this time he's not covered in blood or leaning in the doorway, and he much more resembles a gentleman than a crazed animal. but the thought is the same.]
[ Either way he gets a smile when she opens the door. A gentleman is much kinder to her floors than a crazed animal, although she is not honestly complaining. ]
[ She takes it without pause, stepping aside to allow him in. ] I am. [ Her hair hides the marks well; one of there reasons she has simply kept it down. ]
Then we are both fairly well-off overall, I think. The both of us should be fully healed in another day or so. [he finds something to lean on--the back of some piece of furniture--and pats his chest a little. right over where he'd dug bits of metal out the other night.]
[ With the door closed she hangs the shirt on a nearby chair, to be forgotten. ]
I am glad to hear that. [ Her attention drifts to the spot, memory of blood still fresh. (showing up on her doorstep covered in blood is not easy to forget) ] Do be careful in the future, silver does not appear to agree with you.
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Will you give me half an hour?
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--Yes. That's fine.
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And she comes before half an hour, dressed in pale blue, keeping an eye out for a red-headed man as she strolls along the balcony. The upper tier is off-limits for her now, she made promises to that effect. ]
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of course, Zelman'll show up just as she starts looking around for him--but on the upper tier, leaning down over the minimal railing. he's dressed like he always is, very casual. that seems to be a theme, with him.]
Yo! [he props his face up on his hand.] The view's better from up here, you know.
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Would you promise to catch me if I fall?
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[not to suggest that she's one to enjoy putting herself in certain-death situations or anything like that. he's just a fan of falling, and extends that courtesy to others.]
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If I would be in no danger when I join you there, I would be keeping a promise.
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[and that would mean he has to be on his very best behavior... so he has to think about it a little. ultimately, though, he thinks it's a funny idea.]
...All right. I swear, on my Blood, that you'll be in no danger for as long as you're in my company tonight.
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Will you help me climb or shall I take the stairs?
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[Zelman;]
[Morgana;]
[Zelman;]
[Morgana;]
[and he will not disappoint! and though it really will take him until sunrise, he'll show up again just like he did that night.
well, okay, this time he's not covered in blood or leaning in the doorway, and he much more resembles a gentleman than a crazed animal. but the thought is the same.]
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It looks like the night treated you well.
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[ She takes it without pause, stepping aside to allow him in. ] I am. [ Her hair hides the marks well; one of there reasons she has simply kept it down. ]
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Then we are both fairly well-off overall, I think. The both of us should be fully healed in another day or so. [he finds something to lean on--the back of some piece of furniture--and pats his chest a little. right over where he'd dug bits of metal out the other night.]
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I am glad to hear that. [ Her attention drifts to the spot, memory of blood still fresh. (showing up on her doorstep covered in blood is not easy to forget) ] Do be careful in the future, silver does not appear to agree with you.
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[ No point in wasting good silver so she didn't throw them out. What she wants to do with them, however, is something she has yet to decide on. ]
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It's disgusting stuff. But maybe you can find some use for it.
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/rolls into
/clings, hey baby
hey baby hey
how you doing? /EYE WAGGLE