[Selfish reasons! His favorite! Hermes will be mimicking Ilsa's voice now - granted, his words are gentle, a playful prod rather than a spiteful prick, and it shows in his tone.]
Please spend one more evening with me - I'll do anything you want! I need your favor for keeping the wine unspilled.
[>It's because-] [>Be still, oh wrenching heart.] [>Maybe I'M the one who needs to relax.] [>You're not listening!]
[Ahaha of course she would. And people wonder why Hermes' attention isn't an easy thing to claim. It's not just the ADD and random memory lapses. He embraces Ilsa gently, both arms around her waist. He slides one of his hands up her back and reaches to run his fingers through her hair. And he speaks, voice normal.]
Then I will, if you swear you'll tell me each and every one of your selfish reasons during said evening.
[>Only if sexytimes.] [>Enough conditions!] [>Go away.] [>Return affections.]
About time you admitted it. And everything beyond was a calculated measure to gain my favor and keep my company to ensure my wellbeing and gradual increasing compliance in order to manipulate me to your whims.
[>...Yes.] [>Look, the stars!] [>Actually...] [>Love me gently.]
[He laughs and slips away. Probably just as Ilsa's getting really...comfortable.]
I'll ask directly, Ilsa. Do I have anything to worry about? Something you're aware of and not me?
[>You're a god. I thought you'd know.] [>That's a question best discussed later tonight.] [>Yes, and it's...] [>Oh I can't- I think it'd be- Just, I-!]
How about you share a few of the week's tales here. Appropriate atmosphere, I think, what with the unknown about us. Then we can use the long later night to reveal these selfish reasons, as you swore.
[And yes, by the way, he is still glowy in the dark. Definitely not as intense.]
[>Stop with the story-chasing!] [>You have a deal.] [>Do you even know where I'll be?] [>I've a different idea.]
[Hermes sits four feet away, leans back on his arms with both legs out. Even if he knows that'll cut some grass. He might tend to the feathers later.]
[>I'm cold. Warm me up so I can speak better.] [>I'll respect the distance.] [>Why not consult my daily horoscope from the actual sky?] [>Now, to expound upon the day's stories...]
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[Selfish reasons! His favorite! Hermes will be mimicking Ilsa's voice now - granted, his words are gentle, a playful prod rather than a spiteful prick, and it shows in his tone.]
Please spend one more evening with me - I'll do anything you want! I need your favor for keeping the wine unspilled.
[>It's because-]
[>Be still, oh wrenching heart.]
[>Maybe I'M the one who needs to relax.]
[>You're not listening!]
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[>Be still, oh wrenching heart.]
O-oh. I'd like that.
[> Just Kidding!]
[> Embrace.]
[> Tease again.]
[> Strip.]
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[Ahaha of course she would. And people wonder why Hermes' attention isn't an easy thing to claim. It's not just the ADD and random memory lapses. He embraces Ilsa gently, both arms around her waist. He slides one of his hands up her back and reaches to run his fingers through her hair. And he speaks, voice normal.]
Then I will, if you swear you'll tell me each and every one of your selfish reasons during said evening.
[>Only if sexytimes.]
[>Enough conditions!]
[>Go away.]
[>Return affections.]
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[ Ilsa tucks her head into his shoulder as she returns his embrace. ]
All of them? It's going to be a long night, then.
[> Laugh.]
[> Cuddle.]
[> Snog.]
[> Escape.]
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[Snog meaning just a kiss. On Ilsa's ear. Which he then whispers into.]
As I recall, those nights are your favorite.
[He runs his fingers through her hair.]
[>Heel, meet his toes.]
[>Why do you do that to everything?]
[>...I have something to say.]
[>Oh you!]
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[ Mmmm... wait, what? I'm supposed to say something? Nnng! Grar. ]
I probably should confess... that first spilled wineglass wasn't exactly an accident.
[> RAGE!]
[> I should have known.]
[> I know.]
[> ...whut?]
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About time you admitted it. And everything beyond was a calculated measure to gain my favor and keep my company to ensure my wellbeing and gradual increasing compliance in order to manipulate me to your whims.
[>...Yes.]
[>Look, the stars!]
[>Actually...]
[>Love me gently.]
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... well, yes. I worry about you. I... didn't intend to manipulate you. Not maliciously.
I'm sorry.
[> Laugh.]
[> "Oh, look at the stars."]
[> Argue.]
[> Leave.]
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[He laughs and slips away. Probably just as Ilsa's getting really...comfortable.]
I'll ask directly, Ilsa. Do I have anything to worry about? Something you're aware of and not me?
[>You're a god. I thought you'd know.]
[>That's a question best discussed later tonight.]
[>Yes, and it's...]
[>Oh I can't- I think it'd be- Just, I-!]
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[ She shrugs. ]
That's a question best discussed later tonight. I'm not sure about it, but once I tell you this week's tales, maybe you can pick up what I'm missing?
[> Focus on the tales.]
[> Offer a reward after the tales.]
[> Dance.]
[> Kiss.]
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I'd like to hear them - though I may already have. When is later tonight?
[>Now.]
[>If you're not busy...]
[>Now. Here. On the grass.]
[>Hey I can't find-...Did you hug me to take my ____?]
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[ She smiles, and in the darkness, it's easy to hear it in her voice. ]
You have more demands on your time than I do, so whenever you're not busy....
[> Woman, stop being sneaky.]
[> My attention is yours toni- oh, look, a meteor!]
[> Come, tell me your stories.]
[> Talk later, snog now.]
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How about you share a few of the week's tales here. Appropriate atmosphere, I think, what with the unknown about us. Then we can use the long later night to reveal these selfish reasons, as you swore.
[And yes, by the way, he is still glowy in the dark. Definitely not as intense.]
[>Stop with the story-chasing!]
[>You have a deal.]
[>Do you even know where I'll be?]
[>I've a different idea.]
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I think we have a deal.
[ She sits on the grass, in a position to watch the moonrise. ]
Join me?
[> Stand aloof and demand a report.]
[> Sit nearby.]
[> Sit behind her.]
[> Tackle-glomp!]
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[Hermes sits four feet away, leans back on his arms with both legs out. Even if he knows that'll cut some grass. He might tend to the feathers later.]
[>I'm cold. Warm me up so I can speak better.]
[>I'll respect the distance.]
[>Why not consult my daily horoscope from the actual sky?]
[>Now, to expound upon the day's stories...]
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