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[forge_fire]

He'd made dinner. It wasn't the finest fare, but he'd always had a hand at whipping together the simple and edible and thus a light soup, a side of shellfish, and a rather juicy roast had been prepared and set out. THe phoenix was settled in a small niche near the ceiling from where he would make his entrance and he's... well, waiting and hoping

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[aphros_born]

Anything that she hasn't had a lovely, dainty hand in is of necessity better than anything she dared to touch. Tiny, lovely feet step as lightly as falling cherry blossoms as she enters; eyes closed to take in the scents.

As deprived as she's been, any sensuality is better than nothing at all,

"It smells wonderful, Hephaestus."

[forge_fire]

He smiles and nods his head, hobbling over to pull out one of the two chairs. There was, of course, a room with a larger dining table, but he hadn't needed it and it would have just gotten into the way of things, and so it's a smaller room with just the one small table... and the dinner.

[aphros_born]

Pale, soft fingers; as soft as his cheeks are rough, or softer, trail along his jaw and down his neck slightly as she settles into the chair with a soft murmur of thanks in a voice just low enough and rough enough to raise certain nerves to fever pitch.

[forge_fire]

And just low enough and rough enough to put every single one of his hairs on end in all the best sort of ways. He almost melts and nearly trips as he steps away from the chair... but ignores anything like the slip to sit down in his own chair.

"I'm glad you came."