Vatheon Voicemail

[feralfanatic]

You have reached the Communication Device of the Disciple.

I am sorry. It looks like I am unable to answer at the moment.

Please leave a message, and I will get back to you.

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[aim_exorable]

I hope I please then.

[With a fair bit of uncertainty, he rubs at her back.]

What kind of jewelry do you like? Earrings, pendants, rings, brooches...

[feralfanatic]

If I had to choose, maybe a pendant or a ring? My ears have not been pierced in many sweeps.

[Small pause...]

What about you, do you have a preference?

[aim_exorable]

[Both then, like he did for Lysunder? Sounds like a plan.]

Anything that is of yours. That's all I need. [A pause of his own.] I don't like to forget, so...

[feralfanatic]

[A pendant for him then. Maybe a ring? She will have to speak with Kanaya further.]

[Playfully she quips.] Forget little old me? I daresay, you might have to watch your step lest you be tripping over me from now on.

[She hasn't been lonely at all, what are you talking about?]

I have something in mind that will serve perfectly, I would think.

[aim_exorable]

I've known a lot of people...

[But he won't elaborate until pressed.]

What?

[feralfanatic]

You must have had a long life, known a lot of trolls, but I fully intend to make my impression on yours quite unforgettable.

[Then with a giggle, she leans up and places a small kiss on his brow. Disciple then settles back, comfortably, into the space she had claimed on his chest.]

[aim_exorable]

Alright.

[There's some bewildered blinking when she kisses him, his brow drawing together, before he just accepts it. Rebel trolls are weird.]

[feralfanatic]

[They sure are! Which Darkleer will have to come to terms with. Or... you know... not.]

[With that she is quite fine to drifting back to her point of almost sleep, comfortable as she is. She might even drift off entirely if he does not say anything else.]