✨ you only get one chance...

[liltuna]

THE FIRST IMPRESSION MEME   You only get once chance to put your best foot forward. Screw that up, and you'll be forever seared in someone's mind as the person who had spinach in their teeth, or worse! ✨HOW TO PLAY 1. Drop a top-level! 2. If you have previous CR with someone, you'll have to let them know what your first-impression of them was. If this is your first time meeting, you'll be compelled to share what kind of vibe they give off. It's okay to be honest! Are they gross? Do they seem approachable? Do you find them incredibly hot?  3. Find out if your first impression was correct! Maybe that strange loner actually has a heart of gold? You'll never know unless you talk to them!

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[sleepfan]

[Linhardt watches Madge as he laughs. Interesting. He should be careful that this isn't a Dimitri situation. On the other hand, is anyone he spends time around truly sane? At least this insane person shares Linhardt's interests and priorities.]

Indeed.

I'll show you my magic if you show me yours. Time has always vexed me.

[By which he means ever since he realized the Warp math suggested certain facts about time that make it almost tantalizingly tangible. Could time be reduced to elegant mathematical equations just as they do for battlefield terrain?]

You must explain.

[chirological]

[ Another huff of laughter, but this time Madge wrestles free of Linhardt's grip, stepping forward to grab his chin between thumb and index finger, tilting his head to the side so he can with no problem lean in and kiss his cheek. A kiss and a lick. Heavy. He breathes him in, a fellow magic wielder. Who would have thought? ]

Ask for me when the distance gets too distracting, I'll come for you. I'll explain, then.

[ He steps back and releases him, turning his back on him, leaving with a lift of one hand. ]

For now, have a good day. It's in your hand.

[sleepfan]

[Linhardt makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat, deep and appreciative of Madge's assertiveness, closing his eyes so that he can appreciate all the information he's taking in: The scent of the other man, the feel of his lips on Linhardt's skin, and of course the dazzling life energy, life humming beneath the surface of Madge's skin as fish do beneath the surface of a pond.

He doesn't hide his disappointment when Madge pulls away.]

How long must I wait? Is an hour sufficient? Is there benefit to restraining myself?

[Linhardt is still young. Patience is a virtue he has not yet developed. Wait. He can't just leave! Damn it. Damn dream not-devils. He's already gone...]