There's a dark, slender boy walking toward the house, his bewitching face as pale as salt at the moment, and he's dressed for travelling in the dead of winter at least a thousand years ago. He has the bearing of a prince and a warrior, for all that he's never seen a battle, and carries no weapon. The sheath that held his hunting knife is empty.
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Still, his tone is gentler than it might otherwise be, for yet another bedraggled newcomer. "Are you all right?"
[typist: I LOVE YOU. That is all.]
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He starts back in deep, real, irrational and undisguised horror.
[typist: I am so. going. to. hell.
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[it's cozy down here. :D]
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does a double-take.
"But you are not--"
agggh, so confusing, and he really doesn't trust his brain right now.
[It is! easy, easy, easy is the descent into Avernus...]
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"Am I allowed?"
It's not obvious if he means will they let me in or are you going to allow me.
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This last is kind of a lie. He's intrigued, for no very clear reason.
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[t: never been famous for his subtlety, Lleu the Bright One.]
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[t: so very, very true.]
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pause. faint smile.
"That's not fair, is it? I'm sorry." Then the defiant, defensive scowl comes back. "And why should I fear one if not the other?"
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