"Almost. Trust me, that's a difficulty. Where do these all come from?"
Okay, so, maybe not quite so speechless, but it was a nice few seconds, anyway. Definitely a level of eptitude most people don't quite reach, so, you know, asspats and everything. Kudos and brownie points.
"They come as our power grows." She replies, tracing a finger along one of the lines on her arms.
"They're rare, but the more powerful Twili have them. Having runes on your arm, hand, leg... those are status and power in my world." But she has them on every extremity. Even glowing faint stripes on tips of her ears, he'll notice now that clarity is returning to them. "Now... where does this come from?"
Gesturing to the still-glowing blue circle on his chest.
He listens to this, still tracing them, letting the information hit him and soaking it in. And observing all of these aspects.
So before he attends to her question, he'll get to his own: "But you have them everywhere. Did I just fuck a princess or something? I mean, it was that good, so I'd believe it, but it's still something that ought to be settled."
She laughs. No dark chuckle this time, an actual mirthful laugh like he's just told a very funny joke, as she drapes over his chest again, face close to his, lips in a wide smile.
She figured he would be. Really it's a technical title, as she has no place to rule over at the moment. But still, there's something so amusing about seeing a man react to it.
"My people, the Twili. For now, I'm stuck out here, until I can get back. My world was sealed off. How I got HERE, is... well, it's a long story."
"Yeah, keep it for some other time. I don't have the capacity to recall a long story right now."
Tony'd sort of like to settle down into the sheets or something, and so, he does, letting his arms flop out to the sides around his head, sort of, and exhaling.
"Seem to be doing pretty well out here for yourself."
Well, okay. That sounds like it's worth a chat. "Hopefully you've had some highlights though. I can think of at least one."
Although the hair thing is kind of weird, he likely hasn't noticed it, since he likes to play with the ends of hair when it's available. Tactile, this one, and hair is a vaguely interesting thing to have in your hand. Gross in some cases, damning in others, and beautifully sexy in the final section.
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Okay, so, maybe not quite so speechless, but it was a nice few seconds, anyway. Definitely a level of eptitude most people don't quite reach, so, you know, asspats and everything. Kudos and brownie points.
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"They're rare, but the more powerful Twili have them. Having runes on your arm, hand, leg... those are status and power in my world." But she has them on every extremity. Even glowing faint stripes on tips of her ears, he'll notice now that clarity is returning to them. "Now... where does this come from?"
Gesturing to the still-glowing blue circle on his chest.
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So before he attends to her question, he'll get to his own: "But you have them everywhere. Did I just fuck a princess or something? I mean, it was that good, so I'd believe it, but it's still something that ought to be settled."
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"It just so happens... you did."
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"It was my pleasure, definitely. Princess of what?"
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"My people, the Twili. For now, I'm stuck out here, until I can get back. My world was sealed off. How I got HERE, is... well, it's a long story."
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Tony'd sort of like to settle down into the sheets or something, and so, he does, letting his arms flop out to the sides around his head, sort of, and exhaling.
"Seem to be doing pretty well out here for yourself."
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She's still idly tracing nonsense patterns on his chest, her hair still drawing along the cushions even though she hasn't really moved at all.
"Now... are you going to answer my question?" The playful look returns.
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Although the hair thing is kind of weird, he likely hasn't noticed it, since he likes to play with the ends of hair when it's available. Tactile, this one, and hair is a vaguely interesting thing to have in your hand. Gross in some cases, damning in others, and beautifully sexy in the final section.
"From me. I made it. Like a souped up pacemaker."
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Energy is energy, after all.
"Maybe that's what drew me to you."