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| Guess | Jun 22 2009, 11:40 PM |
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The confused expression that was etched onto his face gradually melted away to something more pleasant, a small content smile playing upon his lips as she played with his hair. He listened to her, but didn’t offer an immediate response, instead opting to watch her and simply absorb the relaxed atmosphere with her at his side. “Heh… The feeling is very mutual I assure you.” The voice was barely above a whisper and held a hint of affection that hadn’t been used for years. Mirrored eyes became half-lidded as he watched her slink back down his body, her touch still managing to leave an invisible heated imprint upon his skin. Razi was well aware that she may have been tired and there was no reason to prolong her consciousness for the night. Freya deserved a nice rest after all, she had earned it; they both had. Razi’s gaze flickered quickly around the room, eventually roving over to spot the bottle of alcohol that she had been carrying with her all day. He withheld a chuckle at the sight and memory that accompanied it and simply shook his head. Her previous desire to have him finish off the bottle was the only thing he hadn’t gotten to doing for her. Yet. He laid his own head down, resting it on the palm of one hand while the other gently stroked those brilliant red locks, thinking about what this all meant in the grand scheme of things. A silent yawn escaped him, much to his surprise and he smirked while staring at the ceiling. A rare event indeed that the magician was tired and able to sleep at night. Normally he was able to be awake for days, running various performance ideas in his head, practicing tricks or attempting to train his summons to perform a specific task. As he too began to close his eyes, he couldn’t help but run his fingertips down the length of her form, just to make sure that the memory running through his mind was physical and not just a exciting delusion. |
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