Baby, you’re perfect

[buckynats]

find the word.

+ top level with your person. prefs/canon info/etc.
+ other people will reply with the first word that comes to their character's mind to describe yours. it could be about their appearance (consider this an 'are they beautiful?' meme if you wanna), their personality, or the mystique that may or may not surround (they're...interesting). break out the thesaurus.
+ your person reacts.
+ thread.

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[onetofive]

[The Lord of Sheffield. Had he heard about him? Perhaps, as Woodwose made certain to carefully carve his cake into equal sections, there were snipes and complaints registered regarding the traitor but the finer details always seemed nebulous.

Lot grimaced at the thought of such clean eating more than the prospect of marriage. He lifted his chin, opening his hand palm pointed up to accept the card when she was ready, somewhat uninterested in the prospect of wining and dining Gawain.]

I hate to disappoint but I prefer the side of her that shows in battle. In terms of taking her as a a partner? [He wrinkled his nose, frowning more deeply.] Don't share it with her but my guess is she's gentle as a lamb with her lovers.

[Though, he gave pause--knowing the transition to answering her question meant a massive departure.] Oh, and... Well--punk is disorganized. There's usually a guitar and drums but the instruments don't matter so much as it being violent and rough matters. It's off-beat, sometimes, too. Lots of yelling and heavy sounds.

[gaeaf]

[ Morgan had read the question. She has no intention of keeping the card with her. Extending her arm, she places it on the offered palm so Lot could return it to the pile in his grasp.

His grimace draws a curious glance from her. He has a very creative imagination, but she would not disagree with his remark on Gawain's thoughtfulness. ]

Oh, you are unexpectedly timid.

[ She knows he meant it. But this is a little ribbing between 'harmonious in-laws.' His explanation sounds like a mess. Something so wild and chaotic. Frenzied war cries shouldn't get passed as art. The British fae might like it in themes if not melody. ]

That sounds atrocious. [ She adds unapologetically. ] Urien favors it too?

 [ Or used to. She will dismiss him very soon. The ending could continue until they are out of cards, but it could take longer than she anticipated with permitting this visit. ] 

[onetofive]

[With a little slip, he returned the card to the deck. Almost narrowly, he avoided a more pressing question. Sighing, he set down the deck and looked aside. True, he'd been timid, but it was only the instinct of a beast. Putting his tail between his legs and distracting Morgan with mention of Gawain, he'd only pushed the question aside in the hopes a card like that wouldn't come up and be pointed his way.

Let him forget the face where his first love resided, or else he'd think of her more often.] I'd hate to give that impression.

[Though, the topic of music was a good place to go to cover that deficiency.]

Urien, though... He'll listen to what someone plays for him. That guy only cares so long as other people are listening. [The memory of a sunny sky seen through a half-drawn window, sweet with the smell of summer came to mind. He took his headphones with him to go pick up something from the store for his father. Seeing Woodwose's face instead of Isshin's sobered him up right away--though only because he'd felt the presence of something reach within his 'hunting perimeter' around the chasm.

Languid and predatory, he stood up in one smooth motion before turning his yellow eyes on the balcony. Ah, well. They both had work to do.]

[gaeaf]

[ She would never ask him a personal question if he is so pressed. Morgan knows the value of secrets and a past they prefer to keep buried. Even so, she has obtained good information thanks to this game. Urien's boredom could lead to another unexpected incident at the time he separated Lot from him.

She would prefer to fill his day with his preferences to avoid a repeat. ] 

He has no personal preferences? Hm. That might be why he humors Tristan's music attempts.

[ Not a frequent hobby of the princess, but she is interested in most forms of art. She may have another query, but that could wait. Morgan notices Lot has moved, like a slumbering predator that has finally risen to track his prey. She immediately knows where he's looking. Some idiotic fairy must be wandering close to the Pit again.

Despite being forbidden. ]

Go. [ She commands, reaching to grip the spear she has left resting on her throne. ] Do not permit anyone to disobey the Queen's Laws.

[onetofive]

[Gingerly, he'd placed the stack of cards beside Morgan's throne. For her to peruse at her leisure or to set aside without a care.

At his core, Lot was a single answer. The complexity the world thrust upon him could be answered the one way he understood. When Morgan needed a single blade--]

Very well.

[So, the reverberation boiled into his voice once with each step he took. He could appreciate the recognition in her voice. He tore through the air, bringing the hammer down with a shriek, livid with excitement. To be used as intended? It was all he'd ever asked for.

The adventurous fool approaching the chasm never had a chance to see what ended him but those in his troupe had just one breath between them to gasp in shock. Still, there were more. Following them back to their source, Lot had an answer to how he'd be spending the rest of his evening.

He couldn't imagine Morgan would be bitter over their game being cut short.]