[There are always eyes watching in the Necropolis. Far fewer tongues, but gossip did spread, and Emmrich was used to it. He couldn't imagine she'd be bothered by it either. Athénaïs is not one to fret about such things.]
Ah, but on most days the view in the Lighthouse is far superior.
[It's not mere flattery. In part he adores the view of the Fade, being able to walk up a few steps and watch the flow of magic, but he's far from unaware of her as well. She's gorgeous, warm shades of purple and brown that reflect the bright, sparkling spirit within. It's simply that he's never let himself linger on her charms before.
Emmrich shuts down the part of his brain that's yelling at him to hang up all the coats and cloaks and removes his to add it to the pile. His fingers only twitch a little, and they're easily stilled by him sliding his hands around her waist.
This does make the height difference very apparent, though. There can be no drawing her close to kiss her, which... means the couch and the coats. His housekeeping couldn't have fallen short at a more inconvenient time, truly. With regret in his eyes he releases her.]
One moment, my dear.
[There's no time to hang them up, or rather, this is no time for that. Emmrich scoops up the garments and carefully lay them on top of the books on top of the table and actively pushes that from his mind as he reaches for her again, this time seeking to guide them both down to the couch.]
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Ah, but on most days the view in the Lighthouse is far superior.
[It's not mere flattery. In part he adores the view of the Fade, being able to walk up a few steps and watch the flow of magic, but he's far from unaware of her as well. She's gorgeous, warm shades of purple and brown that reflect the bright, sparkling spirit within. It's simply that he's never let himself linger on her charms before.
Emmrich shuts down the part of his brain that's yelling at him to hang up all the coats and cloaks and removes his to add it to the pile. His fingers only twitch a little, and they're easily stilled by him sliding his hands around her waist.
This does make the height difference very apparent, though. There can be no drawing her close to kiss her, which... means the couch and the coats. His housekeeping couldn't have fallen short at a more inconvenient time, truly. With regret in his eyes he releases her.]
One moment, my dear.
[There's no time to hang them up, or rather, this is no time for that. Emmrich scoops up the garments and carefully lay them on top of the books on top of the table and actively pushes that from his mind as he reaches for her again, this time seeking to guide them both down to the couch.]