"Vanity," he says quietly, one arm still holding her to him, the
other tracing its way from hip to neck. "Another sign that I am not
worthy to be a paladin," the hand lingers anywhere it gets a good
reaction, "...and another sign that I prefer not to be one."
When his hand reaches her neck, he steers her into another kiss. His
heart is racing to match hers, but his movements are deliberate.
"A wish?" He sighs softly. His arms press against
her softly, then release. Press, then release. "It has been
a long time since I have wished for anything." Press,
release. "...this is nice right here." Press,
release.
in a lower voice to those immediately around him, Azhar whispers, "Glass? I would so like to release that in Haanderthan's direction..." while fingering the haft of his +1 morningstar. He continues in the same voice, "I would suggest Ilsandra be the last in and the second to first out...unless, my Master, you would like to carry her?"
Azhar moves to be the first to be "devoured" by the Beast. As he reaches the bottom, he opens the pouch and releases the baking soda.
Perform sing:
Reflex Save for 1st Round dc15:
Fort Save dc12: con damage incl
Ref Save 2nd round, carrying one person: no dex included
Ref Save 3rd round, carrying two people?: no dex included
Ref save 4th round, carrying three...ah, fagedaboutit.
Climb check for whenever he gets around to trying to get out : not counting any help above, below or rope mods
Acrobatics dc15:
Sense Motive dc20:
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Arata considers, "Might be. Don't know any growers though." An eyebrow raised to see if it was just a suggestion or if Azhar has a plan in mind.
Meanwhile, sneakily, under the table, Amaya's foot is playing back with Azhar's.
Azhar does not exactly have a plan, but he has an idea, and the gist of it bubbles out before he forgets it completely.
"What if we were to create several glass houses for raising specialty food or flowers during the off season in a controlled environment? Making all the parts the same size could possibly save on cost and efficiency of production. I wonder how long it would take to make back the cost of creating the houses? or if there are growers who already have that kind of money?
We could approach some farmers who might be interested in continuing their work in the off season, or if we could acquire some land? Probably not possible here, without going through someone else, though right?
Anyway, worst case scenario creating the houses for the farmers, we would have a number of new clients who would from time to time possibly need replacement parts to the exact specifications that we would have....provided we could make them cost effectively to begin with of course. I know it's not an idea on the art and beauty side that Shelyn would most approve of, but if it can be done, I think it could help a lot of people. What do you think? I mean, how much would it cost to create something like that?"
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As he whispers her eyes open, looking up at him, utterly taken in the moment, in him. Her eyes widen as he starts to play with her body, her pupils dilating, her body responding to his touch as he plays her perfectly.
There is a gasp as he starts to move, the feminine mirror to his growl, the vestiges of pain quickly destroyed by the pleasure he plies through her. It starts when he slides his thumb into her, still playing over the over-sensitized nub of nerves above, her body falling over the edge of exquisite pleasure. And it just keeps going - even as her eyes roll back.
But even as the conscious part of her mind checks out, her moans and cries rise. Totally unabashed about neighbors or Rev's little brother over hearing her passion.
It doesn't keep the worry from her dark eyes, but the corners of her mouth quirk up. "Yet your monkey is up here, safe and sound. Makes you wonder which of them has more brains." It barely shows, but she winces as Gravlax starts to heave up the bloody mass the egg turned into, "This is a stupid way to break into a place."
She takes a breath, centering herself and motions to the box seat where the elder Nymmis looks concerned and the younger two seem almost... hopeful. "Ms. Calseinica's older brothers don't like her much. It seems her father found a nice little loophole in some law or another than benefits her but takes a little something away from her brothers." She shakes her head. "Odd sort of world where they have so much but are still up in arms about one small townhouse."
There are a few places that get a desired reaction on the way up... and one or two that hit a ticklish spot that make her jump against him. Her own hands play rather more randomly up and down the expanse of his back, her front pressing against his and moving to provoke decidedly un-paladin like results. Gasping slightly into his lips the moment before he kisses her, "not vanity"
A moment, a breath when he releases her lips, before she moves up on her toes to press her lips to his, mouth slightly open. "Vanity is silly preening," her hands move between them, running over chest and arms, "fit is... good."
The one hand makes its stealthy way up to rest over his heart, the other continues to play over his back, her head tucked into the nook of his shoulder, warm breath playing over his neck. The small, quiet sound of pleasure as he presses her closer to him clear. He can't see her smile, but it is clear in her quiet voice, "It's been a long time since I cared about anyone's wishes." A small swallow. "But I need you to have things to look forward to because you dying..." her voice drops a little more, "is not acceptable to me."
Yuuki stands up motioning for Amaya to help her clear (which she does). Arata leans back thinking, "In the city as it is now? Very expensive." He shrugs, "Our winters here aren't as harsh as they are inland. It would be primarily a rich man's plaything." He thinks, "If the northern sections of the city were safer, it could be a possibility then, but not as it is now."
Slightly fatalistically, "Not as Westcrown is likely to ever be."
After the bit about Calseinica, Cassian supplies: "She's illegitimate. Either the brothers resent her as physical evidence of their mother's betrayal, or they're venal monsters who just want a bigger piece of the pie." The rogue's tone suggests he believes the latter, and any threat he once directed at Mathalen is now firmly focused on the Nymmis brothers. But this time the anger is far more dangerous, because it is cold, measured, and calculated.
Tybain shakes his head at the old fool. "My holy flesh shall burn all the way down. upon my soul ensure a most unpleasant meal for this Beast."
He gathers himself up, and sings to himself as he climbs into the Beast:
When Aroden raised the Starstone up,
to build anew for us this world,
he saw Cailean's golden cup.
The change upon this land unfurled
When Aroden raised the Starstone up.
Tybain gets a faceful of bubbles when he lets loose his own baking soda.
After the Beast is defeated, Tybain climbs out of its jaws and somersaults gracefully to the stage. Whereupon he stumbles over to Haanderthan and is ill.
The acid foams with the addition of the reactive powder, hiding your precise actions from view and causing gasps from the audience as it looks like everyone is being dissolved.
Shortly after the last person climbs inside, the serpent is rotated by lemure-dressed stagehands. Shortly after, a silk rope colored to match the dark backdrop snakes it's way into the throat of the beast giving everyone a slightly more secure means to ascend.
Looking truly ill, Gravlax climbs into the mouth of the beast, as Gravlax climbs Calseinica tries to avoid the acid mostly due to fear of suddenly mis-functioning magic, () happily Millech's magic works just fine for the diva and for the others. Then Gravlax leans back in to help Calseinica up, as Melilot or Azhar (it's really hard to tell which one with the foamy bubbles) helps her from below (). With the support of the rope, Gravlax's hand above and someone else's hand below, Calseinica climbs or is pushed into the mouth of the serpent as Gravlax lands gracefully.... only to go and dirty Thesing's costume.
For his part the blonde actor looks caught between disgusted and disappointed. Calseinica does her best to help the small halfling up next () and while the small woman doesn't really need help, Calseinica does help. And then tries to slide onto the stage () and gracefully lands on her feet, quickly moving away so that those that follow have a clear landing.
Melilot helps Azhar and then tumbles to the stage. Only to be followed shortly after by Azhar's painful and clumsy fall.
This leaves only Rev trapped in the belly of the beast.
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Gozran 5/Family Dinner
Yuuki stands up motioning for Amaya to help her clear (which she does). Arata leans back thinking, "In the city as it is now? Very expensive." He shrugs, "Our winters here aren't as harsh as they are inland. It would be primarily a rich man's plaything." He thinks, "If the northern sections of the city were safer, it could be a possibility then, but not as it is now."Slightly fatalistically, "Not as Westcrown is likely to ever be."
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Azhar looks over at Arata calmly, blinks, nods, "All right, sometime in the future perhaps." he smiles, glances at the window to gauge how much time he likely has left. "Why would it be possible if the northern sections of the city were cleaned up? Is that arable farm land or does it have something to do with the undesirables there."| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Her look is frank, "You could probably pull that off," she motions to the dissimilar brothers, "them not so much." She considers, shrugs, "Like Jani said, depends on what would have found you once you were inside." With more venom, "This city's version of high art is rot."
Then concerning the Nymmis brothers, "I didn't get the impression that they would mind if their little sister left the mortal coil. But before her demise became more likely and their papa shut them up, they were talking about a number of possible matches for the diva." She looks over at Cassian, "Didn't know most of the names, but one of them... I met his wife last year... a few months before she died." Her voice angry, "He bought her lots of pretty things... and he made sure her clothes always covered the bruises."
Arata, "From what I've learned about the city from before Aroden's untimely demise, the northern part of the city had more farmland, the soil a little drier, better for plants." He smiles, "Most of the vaneo up there were almost country estates, big houses, large gardens. Of the few nobles that have arboretums, I would be willing to bet they had greenhouses back before."
DC 15 Reflex save to avoid the acid damage
DC 12 Fort save or be sickened for the act
DC 15 Acrobatics Check or take 1d6 falling damage
Intimidate Thesing as Rev emerges from the belly of the beast.
The last one to emerge, Rev seems to float out of the belly of the beast, as if the hand of Asmodeus himself has lifted the Tiefling from the monster's innards, to prove Larazod is indeed in the right. At the top of his ascent his eyes meet Thesing, his stare piercing, cold, terrifying. The audience sees it all. Larazod lifted up, his righteous expression as he looks down upon the lesser mortal who has the audacity to accuse him, his body completely untouched by the steaming, foaming, hissing acid. He has passed this trial.
Knowing he has passed, Larazod seems to acknowledge the higher power guiding his hand, and with a nod, he steps forward, out of his levitation. He lands nimbly, his lithe frame easily adapting to the drop. Landing on his feet, he rises to face the audience, every member of which can feel his truth. He could have floated down gently with Asmodeus's blessing, but instead he challenged Thesing head on, taking the leap. Bring on the next trial! His posture, expression, the look he now gives Thesing say it all.
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Gozran 5/Family Dinner Arata, "From what I've learned about the city from before Aroden's untimely demise, the northern part of the city had more farmland, the soil a little drier, better for plants." He smiles, "Most of the vaneo up there were almost country estates, big houses, large gardens. Of the few nobles that have arboretums, I would be willing to bet they had greenhouses back before."
Azhar considers that, "..and with a little patience, luck, determination and the will of the gods, maybe they will one day again." he says looking out the window off into the distance. Then, returning to the present, "I should probably be heading off soon...", but noticing the last course, he continues, "but not until after desert of course." he says, licking his lips.
Gozran 4/Ailyn
As he whispers her eyes open, looking up at him, utterly taken in the moment, in him. Her eyes widen as he starts to play with her body, her pupils dilating, her body responding to his touch as he plays her perfectly.There is a gasp as he starts to move, the feminine mirror to his growl, the vestiges of pain quickly destroyed by the pleasure he plies through her. It starts when he slides his thumb into her, still playing over the over-sensitized nub of nerves above, her body falling over the edge of exquisite pleasure. And it just keeps going - even as her eyes roll back.
But even as the conscious part of her mind checks out, her moans and cries rise. Totally unabashed about neighbors or Rev's little brother over hearing her passion.
His eyes are lost inside hers. When her eyes roll back, lost to her pleasure, he grunts, satisfied he can finally, finally, loosen his strict self control. As she moans and her cries fill the room, and overspill, his shaft pumps in and out of her, hard slick member picking up speed, pressure, swelling one more time to fill her even more fully. Within moments his rhythm is more than just fast and hard, he thrusts deep, impaling her fully each time upon his shaft. He loves the way she feels, loves the way it feels to take her, to despoil all of her.
It takes only moments for the pressure to build. He moans, low, and that is the only warning she gets. Within moments he is pulsing inside her, over and over, as he continues to thrust into her, his voice joining hers in ecstasy.
He listens to the rest, and almost nonchalantly, "What's this man's name?"
When she moves against him, ticklish, it encourages the un-paladin response.
"Mmm," he says, still stroking with the one hand, still holding with
the other, in between a series of light teasing kisses. "Fitness for the
sake of looking good is vanity. Fitness for the sake of being
underestimated by others is pride. Neither is very paladin-like." His
mouth curls into a smile as the kisses continue. "Do you require any
further demonstration that I am not a paladin?"
"Oh," he says, surprise in his voice. He
continues to gently squeeze and release her as she nestles up to him. His
pulse races, then slows, and he is quiet for a bit longer than usual before he
answers. "I have no shortage of selfish reasons to return to
you. I do not need a wish."
The curtain closes to a crescendo of applause that drowns out the opening notes of Delour's aria.
Millech meets them backstage, magic-ing away the remains of the acid. Next to him is Fiosa holding a tray of cool drinks to soothe upset stomachs and to wash the fumes of acid from your throats. Stalking behind you, Thesing demands his own costume be cleaned, glaring all the while at Antonio. (Millech does assist.)
You have time to relax, recover. (Heal if you need to.) About a minute before you head onstage, Millech talk quietly to Ilsandra, gestures then touches the girl.
Rev takes a cool drink, nods thanks at Fiosa for the drink, and Millech for gettting rid of the acid.
Rev will ask the group to join him in the green room where, out of sight of the priest and Thesing, he will burst positive energy to heal the injured.
Raises an eyebrow at the spell placed upon Ilsandra. Approaches Millech. Quietly asks him, Mage armor?"
Azhar was about to ask Amaya to use the wand on him. He shrugs and smiles gratefully at his brother.
Backstage, with a quiet smile, the priest gives Millech a box right before the act starts.
A new set when the curtain opens, stone and iron. Thesing above on a dias, safe from whatever torments are next to befall those before him. "You have crawled from the maw of the Beast." Disgust - not really needing to be feigned - heavy in his tone. "Let us see what blasphemous lies slither from your treacherous insides."
His voice rises, commanding.
The bearded devil bailiff strides onto the stage, an infernally carved wooden box containing five crimson eggs open for you to take your torment.
Raises an eyebrow at the spell placed upon Ilsandra. Approaches Millech. Quietly asks him, Mage armor?"
The old hunchback looks at Rev's breastplate and then Calseinica's outfit of thin black leather strips. "You want her to go out defenseless?" A pause, a beat, "The next two acts do call for combat."
Backstage, Tybain takes a moment to pull two small bottles from Antonio's pack and incorporate them into his costume.
Azhar looks over at Ilsandra, admittedly not an arduous task, to see if she is armed in any way.
"Such eggs are horror layered upon terror
Upon consuming one, you'll be the bearer
Of a devil parasite that feeds on you
Like a gourmand feasting on a fine fondue.
As it battens on your body and your soul
With every bite it grows more vicious and more whole.
Soon it burrows from your brainpan to your sacrum
Where you'll birth it as a child simulacrum -
A fiend that bears your face and shares your features,
But you'll find no filial feeling in these creatures.
They'll hate their parents to their dying breath
And do their best to rend us unto death."
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Yuuki shakes her head at Azhar's avarice, the mild rebuke undermined by the pleased smile on her lips.
Amaya helps her mother bring out almond pudding sweetened with fruit. Amaya taking the seat next to Azhar again. "Thank you again for the pork," Yuuki says, "It was a very pleasant change from fish."
She come back a little bit, eventually. Leaning up to brush a soft kiss on his lips before falling back against his bed, exhausted and very near a near-unconscious slumber.
"Marzio Oberigo." She shrugs, "His was just one name in a long list. The father didn't seem particularly thrilled about any of them."
Her smile answers his, teasing and pleased, close against him. Her voice light, "See... awareness of faults. Very paladin-like." Perhaps a kiss that holds on a bit longer than the others. "I think further demonstration is very much needed."
A quiet, sleepy mumble, "When it matters, I like to stack the deck in my favor."
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Yuuki shakes her head at Azhar's avarice, the mild rebuke undermined by the pleased smile on her lips.
Amaya helps her mother bring out almond pudding sweetened with fruit. Amaya taking the seat next to Azhar again. "Thank you again for the pork," Yuuki says, "It was a very pleasant change from fish."
As Amaya sits down, his toes find her leg and foot again with a smile which surely must be for bringing the dessert. He savors the first bite of sweet soft pudding with closed eyes and a pleased expression on his face, takes a sip of tea before responding to Yuuki's words. "I do like fish, but if you ever need a change of pace from time to time, feel free to let me know. No guarantees, but I'll see if something can be done about it. I mean, if the trade off is even the possibility of a meal prepared like this, and with pleasant company to boot, instead of over a simple campfire...I think some allowances can be made." he grins with a thankful smile at everyone in the room, but particularly towards Amaya's mother.
"I see," he says. His grip loosens, and he moves back half a step. His mouth twitches with amusement, and one eyebrow raises. "You'd best turn around, then."
He thinks for a moment, and she can feel his heart beat faster under her hand. "For you, then. A wish." He shifts his arms around her, leans forward slightly, and gets to his feet, suddenly carrying her. Toward the bed. He sits on the bed, and sets her beside him. "I wish to read you like a book one day."
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The older woman is clearly pleased with the compliment, but just has a small smile. Arata on the other hand, smiles widely, "Where are you finding campfires in Westcrown?" As he happily eats a good portion of his desert.
Amaya for her part, smiles and eats politely, every sign the obedient girl child.
She makes a small sound of protest as his grip on her loosens, the look in her eyes clearly stating she doesn't see how him getting further from her makes him less paladin-like.
Her dark eyes watch the amused twitch, the raised eyebrow, just a tinge of questioning tension in her stance. Very slowly she turns, so her back is to him. "If this involves me walking away..." A quiet grumble as she shivers, suddenly cold without his warmth.
Her arms tighten around him as he rises, her dark eyes widening, a small gasp tickling his throat. She straightens when he places her next to him, her hand coming out from under his shirt to travel up his back. Her fingers tangle in his light hair, "That is not a quick wish to grant." Lips serious, eyes light, "But I look forward to you trying."
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The older woman is clearly pleased with the compliment, but just has a small smile. Arata on the other hand, smiles widely, "Where are you finding campfires in Westcrown?" As he happily eats a good portion of his desert.
Amaya for her part, smiles and eats politely, every sign the obedient girl child.
Azhar chuckles, "Oh, I've spent a good part of my life on the trails and getting out once in a while is still nice, but Rev or I trying to make camp dishes on a pot-bellied stove?" he nearly shudders, "does not compare to what your wife can do." he smiles at the recent memory of the delicious fare. "If I may?" Azhar nods slightly at Arata before turning to Amaya, "'maya, I don't know what my schedule is going to be like with the play, but since we have such a short time to prepare, I can't imagine I'll have any time until it's done. Could I please have the pleasure of seeing you after it's done?" he turns slightly pink as he comes to a sudden realization, "besides helping out at the Glassworks, I mean." he says a little lamely with the realization that of course, he would be seeing her again.
Knowledge: Local Rygel assist
"Interesting choice for a match," Cassian mutters, "but no matter how enticing the package, I doubt a family like that would agree to marry a firstborn son to the bastard of a lesser house." Cassian considers, and then makes a deal with himself. Marzio Obergio just gained a shadow.
"Walking away from temptation? That would be very like a paladin," he says, crouching low behind her. He kisses the back of her knees. His fingernails are on her calves, just above the Achilles tendon, and he starts to slowly trace them upward, pausing for kisses as he goes. The backs of the thighs. The base of the spine. Ultimately ending up at the back of the neck.
His un-paladin-like reaction again plain. He nibbles at the side of her neck, almost on tip-toes himself, and wraps his arms around her. "Paladin would not have made you wait," he says, and his hands start to roam.
"I intend to invest the attention and the time," he cocks his head slightly to one side, and studies her. Nods. His arms loosen around her. "Perhaps now it is time to curl up and sleep, though."
Raises an eyebrow at the spell placed upon Ilsandra. Approaches Millech. Quietly asks him, Mage armor?"The old hunchback looks at Rev's breastplate and then Calseinica's outfit of thin black leather strips. "You want her to go out defenseless?" A pause, a beat, "The next two acts do call for combat."
Rev realizes that for a minute he forgot he was wearing armor. Shakes his head at his own callousness. "You're right... thank you."
Rev looks up to see if Cassian is still in the catwalks above. If so, he takes a quick moment to seek him out.
Rev asks, "Do you have a moment?"
"What means these strange crimson eggs?"
act!
"Such eggs are horror layered upon terror
Upon consuming one, you'll be the bearer
Of a devil parasite that feeds on you
Like a gourmand feasting on a fine fondue.
As it battens on your body and your soul
With every bite it grows more vicious and more whole.
Soon it burrows from your brainpan to your sacrum
Where you'll birth it as a child simulacrum -
A fiend that bears your face and shares your features,
But you'll find no filial feeling in these creatures.
They'll hate their parents to their dying breath
And do their best to rend us unto death."
Thesing smirks at those on trial, sure that Drovalid's words would drive home the horror that is to follow. "Shall you recant now?"
Smug, self-satisfied, "Or will you give birth to abominations of your very flesh?"
Ilsandra's response is dismissive of the paraduke and his earthly prowess. "Do your worst, fool of a mortal." She stands straight to the fullness of her slender height, beautiful with a touch of something other than human, "I am a princess to , and no child born of my black soul shall bear malice against me."
Larazod lifts the Bailiff off the ground by the throat with one mightly hand. intimidate
"Ha! Give me your egg, you lickspittle. If Asmodeus wishes it, I shall choke the life of my own devilish child with glee. I gulp this egg down before this court and our dark lord's very eyes."
Dentris takes the box from the stricken Bailif's hands, "Well, give me mine." he says lifting an egg up, glaring at it at eye level, "Not much good it shall avail you. The original Dentris Maltrada was killed ages ago at my own devilish hands when I was born from his old soul. I am a child of this egg!"
He consumes it with apparent relish, handing the box on to Tybain.
Gozran 4/Ailyn
She come back a little bit, eventually. Leaning up to brush a soft kiss on his lips before falling back against his bed, exhausted and very near a near-unconscious slumber.
Rev smiles down at her. "Oh no sweetling, not yet. First we need to get you cleaned up. Then you can sleep as late as you wish." He carefully helps her up, whether she's protesting or not. Helps her into a robe (he will just wear a towel wrapped around his hips), then to the bathroom, makes sure they have warm water, and will help get her cleaned up in the shower (and himself), and dried off, before going back to bed, pulling her into his arms, so he holds her while they sleep.
As each person eats the crimson egg, they can feel it hatching even as it goes down, becoming a roiling mass of infernal ooze. Shortly after it forms in your gullet, you have an overwhelming urge to choke up the mass, ridding your body of the noxious substance.
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She is shivering, but not just from the chill, as he speaks. "Making someone else walk away would be evil though" her words broken by a gasp as he kisses her, her legs shiver as her knees go weak. He feels her muscles tighten as fingers and lips pass by, her breathing going quicker, heavier.
Her voice is half-groan, half-whimper as he finally makes it to her neck, her back pressed against him. His hands find abundant evidence of her own impure thoughts. "Does that mean... if I believe you aren't a paladin.... I don't have to wait?"
Voice quiet, only the undertones that speak of the sadness of his arms loosening. "Hard day tomorrow, sleep needed." Her shoes and jacket are already off, she pulls her blanket out from her bag, moves deeper into the bed.
She looks back at him, thoughts tumbling in her dark eyes. coming?
She does protest a little, but when it gets through her muttled brain that he will not be denied in this any more than he could be denied in bed, she goes. The water does revive her a little and she steals small kisses from her dusky lover.
Unlike Rev, whose sleep is light with the companion, Ailyn falls into a deep and dark rest, her body soft, comfortable against his. However, she wakes early, sudden, and surprisingly quietly. If not for Rev's unease (regardless of who) in having someone else near when he slept, she probably would have slid out of bed without his notice.
Gozran 4/Ailyn
She does protest a little, but when it gets through her muttled brain that he will not be denied in this any more than he could be denied in bed, she goes. The water does revive her a little and she steals small kisses from her dusky lover.Unlike Rev, whose sleep is light with the companion, Ailyn falls into a deep and dark rest, her body soft, comfortable against his. However, she wakes early, sudden, and surprisingly quietly. If not for Rev's unease (regardless of who) in having someone else near when he slept, she probably would have slid out of bed without his notice.
She is still in Rev's arms when she wakes, and her small movements wake his light sleep. He blinks at her, sleepily, closing his eyes again, not yet relinquishing his hold on her. "Don't want to stay for breakfast?? He mumbles to her. "Reneging on the rest of our date?" He teases softly.
Tybain looks at the box, and back at Dentris. Hard to say whether he is more surprised or revolted.
"Truly?! I had no idea!"
He picks up an egg and examines it. Looks at Dentris. Back at the egg. Back at Dentris.
"That's right," says, as much breath on her neck as voice in her ear. "Not-paladins are selfish, impatient, aflame." He is warm, almost hot in places. "Not-paladins might not make it to the bed before ... doing ... unpaladin-like things...."
He pulls off his shirt, and follows her. He presses softly next to her, and puts arm around her, "If that's okay."
Tybain looks at the box, and back at Dentris. Hard to say whether he is more surprised or revolted.
"Truly?! I had no idea!"
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He picks up an egg and examines it. Looks at Dentris. Back at the egg. Back at Dentris.
Dentris rolls his eyes which end looking at Tybain with an obvious smirk, "If only everyone was as naive as ye, paladin. I would be a rich man indeed, and a high-born prince to boot." He finishes the last of the egg, making a show of rubbing his belly in exaggerated satisfaction.
"What's on your mind?" Cassian says.
"Thesing, and the best way to get rid of him without it being traced back to any of us." Rev says simply, his voice quiet so the sound does not carry.
Tybain shakes his head, and contemplates the egg. He shrugs.
"I eggs! Red, white, or ... otherwise."
He gives Dentris a defiant look. "I'll eat it raw!"
Tybain neatly chops the top off the egg with his blade, and sucks down the contents in one great slurp.
Tybain clutches at his stomach, moans, breaks out into a cold sweat. "Delicious."