Irial ♥ 1

[gentle_cruelty]

 Who:  Irial gentle_cruelty   and _________
 Where:  Irial is sitting on top of cottage #15
 Style:  Whateverworks for you
 Status:  Open like faery wings!

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[prettyhazknight]

After visiting Draco, Mille had been heading back to his church when he saw a man with wings. Jumping to that roof, he smiled at the other man in greeting. How nice to see someone looking so baffled here.

"Hello there. Your look of confusion says you're new."

And cute. Definitely a bonus.

[prettyhazknight]

Sometimes little events come up. Monsters arriving, sandstorms, the ability to interact with others in dreams... Your powers can also be messed with. And you'll find cards that will change age, gender, which body you're in... [The way he lists everything suggests that he might as well be talking about the weather. Even if there is the slightest hint of him understanding how serious the situation is.]

[gentle_cruelty]

Is this whole affair just a troubled dream? Is that it?

[His fingers twitch, really wanting, needing a cigarette. Maybe someone would be willing to barter the useless cell phone for a pack of smokes]

[prettyhazknight]

That's the guess of some. I really have no idea.

[He notes the twitch and starts walking away with a glance over his shoulder.] Are you coming?

[gentle_cruelty]

Are you inviting? [Irial replied with a little smile, though following Mille's lead]

[prettyhazknight]

If you want cigarettes you'll come anyways so maybe it doesn't matter. [Mille winks at him and continues on his way.]

[gentle_cruelty]

The promise of nicotine is almost as welcome as the company. [Irial replied, moving to walk at Mille's side]

[prettyhazknight]

I'm glad that you approve. [He flashes him a little smile and even puts a bit of an extra bounce in his step.]

[gentle_cruelty]

I do. [Irial confirmed, nostrils flaring. There's nothing in the way of delicious emotion coming from Mille, nothing to sustain the Dark Faery. But he's also a Gancanagh, so the way Mille moved, the fall of his hair, the arch of his back, these details appealed to him as well, another sense to savor]

[prettyhazknight]

I'll have to make sure you keep approving then. I'd had to disappoint~ [Not that he'd say that he didn't truly care either way. That would just ruin all of his fun.]

[gentle_cruelty]

That's not likely to happen.

[prettyhazknight]

Good. Then I don't have to worry about working.

[gentle_cruelty]

Mhm. [The talking and walking was doing the job well enough, though the desire to reach out and touch the man was almost as tempting (and unconscious) as the twitching need for a cigarette had been]

[prettyhazknight]

[Mille smiles over at the man then away again.] There should be a shop right up here with cigarettes.

[gentle_cruelty]

Excellent. [Irial replied with an answering smile]

I could kiss you. [He was familiar with the mortal phrase and it amused him. But it was also a very tempting thought]

[prettyhazknight]

Already? Someone doesn't waste time.

[Whether or not he's serious is a little mystery and he only sounds like he's teasing.]