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[ Ozymandias will find a little box wrapped in ornate wrapping paper sitting on his desk at Purramid. There's a tag on it, addressed to him from Sylvia for Modranicht. Inside the box is a mug, painted similarly to the patterns of his sphinxes! It seems to be hand-painted, too. There's also a note inside that reads: ]
Thank you for everything, Boss!
Thank you for everything, Boss!
[A curved knife decorated with panels of antler. It's unenchanted, but a quick magical once over will reveal the antler is a piece of Kaede's. The attached note reads: "I figured I should get you something. The antler will amplify whatever spell is put on this. Do what you want with it. I left it blank on purpose."
And her name is signed in a more scribbly and hastily done addition. Kaede almost forgot.]
And her name is signed in a more scribbly and hastily done addition. Kaede almost forgot.]
[ The wines gifted by Ozymandias are greatly appreciated! Though Vex's palette isn't quite so refined, she has an appraiser's eye for quality. And it helps, more than she'll ever say directly, that he thoughtfully provided a separate gift for Trinket.
Respect for the BearSon is respect for Vex.
So it is that a thank you note is penned, and with it, she sends one of her finer cast-off feathers from her dragon form: it has found new life and purpose as a quill pen.
The attached nib is gold, while the feather itself is an iridescent blue - the colour is matching shade to the ribbons he had tied to the wine, going a deeper blue closer to the shift, and brighter along the tip into a brighter shade. It is enchanted against damage, prone as quills are to such things (especially around pets). With it is a bottle of midnight blue ink, containing flecks of gold glitter. ]
Respect for the BearSon is respect for Vex.
So it is that a thank you note is penned, and with it, she sends one of her finer cast-off feathers from her dragon form: it has found new life and purpose as a quill pen.
The attached nib is gold, while the feather itself is an iridescent blue - the colour is matching shade to the ribbons he had tied to the wine, going a deeper blue closer to the shift, and brighter along the tip into a brighter shade. It is enchanted against damage, prone as quills are to such things (especially around pets). With it is a bottle of midnight blue ink, containing flecks of gold glitter. ]
She couldn't really compete with all that love poetry, but she could at least give him this. Wine was a given, as was a blend of coffee made with him in mind, but beyond that there was also... a photobook.
Of her. In a certain stage costume she'd gotten sometime back. The photos are definitely not the sort an all-ages stage show had in mind, however, and definitely designed to excite the sun of her sky. Attached is a note;
Of her. In a certain stage costume she'd gotten sometime back. The photos are definitely not the sort an all-ages stage show had in mind, however, and definitely designed to excite the sun of her sky. Attached is a note;
"To inspire a little more of that magic in you, my love."
[Her gifts may not be as grand, nor as expensive, Sheva has taken time and effort to select a handful of items she hopes will be suitable to her Bond. He’s done more for her in this past year than she’d care to tally, including Bonding with her in the first place, which quite literally saved her life.
Her packages are neatly wrapped in sturdy paper tied with blue ribbons that likely will make excellent sphinx cub toys when all is said and done. On each of the packages is his name written in gold as it appears on her khopesh.
One holds a glass lotus votif carefully packed with a set of honey and lotus scented candles. There’s an inscription on one of the petals, in hieroglyphs: ”An undying lotus for an eternal love.” It’s clearly meant as an apology for her earlier behavior in regards to Nefertiti.
The next package is much thinner, and contains a series of sketches in golds and blues of Ozy playing with his sphinx that look as though they were referenced from candid photos that Sheva likely took with her watch to provide the artist. Beneath those sketches are several less wholesome pieces of art, a mixture of black and white photographs that are saucy without being entirely revealing as well as some more suggestive art of her wearing nothing by some gold jewelry, done in much the same style as the kitten sketches. It could have easily been lost in the shuffle. One of them pointedly was in the mix of sphinxes. Just a bit of sass.
There’s also several small boxes of chocolates and truffles. One from the same shop he’d treated her to during her grande bath, and a few others from shops that both rivaled the quality as the first. One notes magical properties to be used with a partner, but isn’t so specific on the actual effects.
Beneath the stack of art, is a book sized package that contains two books. One is a recipe book that contains recipes from her world, both from the west Africa area as well as other locations in which she’s lived in her life. There are some interesting ones from university, including a rather delightful fish and chips recipe that used both parsnips and potatoes for the chips. There are several ribbons tucked within the pages, noting favorite recipes of hers, no doubt. As there are quite a few recipes with her native words healthily distributed throughout, the second book is a Swahilli to English dictionary of sorts, or rather, it’s the best she could find here with a few additions in her own handwriting along the margins.
There’s one last smaller package, which contains a custom wax seal with some deep blue sticks of sealing wax with gold dust to adorn, should he wish to be extra about it.
The note that accompanies everything is short and sweet, and written beautifully in Swahili with no other translation. Seems they’re both a bit rude in that regard. His name, at least, is in his native language.]
Usermaatre,
Thank you for each and every glorious orgasm. May there be many more while we’re both in this world.
I appreciate your friendship and the Bond, but would gladly fight by your side without it, should that be our path.
Blessings,
Sheva
Her packages are neatly wrapped in sturdy paper tied with blue ribbons that likely will make excellent sphinx cub toys when all is said and done. On each of the packages is his name written in gold as it appears on her khopesh.
One holds a glass lotus votif carefully packed with a set of honey and lotus scented candles. There’s an inscription on one of the petals, in hieroglyphs: ”An undying lotus for an eternal love.” It’s clearly meant as an apology for her earlier behavior in regards to Nefertiti.
The next package is much thinner, and contains a series of sketches in golds and blues of Ozy playing with his sphinx that look as though they were referenced from candid photos that Sheva likely took with her watch to provide the artist. Beneath those sketches are several less wholesome pieces of art, a mixture of black and white photographs that are saucy without being entirely revealing as well as some more suggestive art of her wearing nothing by some gold jewelry, done in much the same style as the kitten sketches. It could have easily been lost in the shuffle. One of them pointedly was in the mix of sphinxes. Just a bit of sass.
There’s also several small boxes of chocolates and truffles. One from the same shop he’d treated her to during her grande bath, and a few others from shops that both rivaled the quality as the first. One notes magical properties to be used with a partner, but isn’t so specific on the actual effects.
Beneath the stack of art, is a book sized package that contains two books. One is a recipe book that contains recipes from her world, both from the west Africa area as well as other locations in which she’s lived in her life. There are some interesting ones from university, including a rather delightful fish and chips recipe that used both parsnips and potatoes for the chips. There are several ribbons tucked within the pages, noting favorite recipes of hers, no doubt. As there are quite a few recipes with her native words healthily distributed throughout, the second book is a Swahilli to English dictionary of sorts, or rather, it’s the best she could find here with a few additions in her own handwriting along the margins.
There’s one last smaller package, which contains a custom wax seal with some deep blue sticks of sealing wax with gold dust to adorn, should he wish to be extra about it.
The note that accompanies everything is short and sweet, and written beautifully in Swahili with no other translation. Seems they’re both a bit rude in that regard. His name, at least, is in his native language.]
Usermaatre,
Thank you for each and every glorious orgasm. May there be many more while we’re both in this world.
I appreciate your friendship and the Bond, but would gladly fight by your side without it, should that be our path.
Blessings,
Sheva
[Diarmuid hands over his Modranicht gift for Ozymandias at the same time as he does, a parcel wrapped in brown paper with a deep green ribbon. Inside are a number of small toys for the sphinxes made from feathers and scraps of leftover pelts from his hunting over the past year, and a bottle of something alcoholic and warming. A note is tucked in beside it.
"Next year, I will endeavour to have a song prepared for you too.
Best wishes,
Diarmuid Ua Duibhne"]
"Next year, I will endeavour to have a song prepared for you too.
Best wishes,
Diarmuid Ua Duibhne"]
[Iskandar treasures the memory of their senet game so this year there's only one gift he can possibly present to his illustrious predecessor and fellow pharaoh. Ozymandias receives a wooden box that unfolds into a 8 x 8 squares chessboard with compartments inside holding pieces. Though no person familiar with actual chess, or it's Indian ancestor chaturanga, would recognize the pieces.
Iskandar ordered them to be fashioned not in their traditional shapes but modeled after Egyptian and Hittite armies as he knew them. With Egyptian side sculpted with remarkable artistry from white marble and Hittite side carved in hard, charcoal-black wood.
King is represented by no other than a small figurine of Ozymandias himself, seated on his throne wearing crowns of Lower and Upper Egypt. Queen by his wife, Nefertari. There's one piece representing famed Egyptian chariots and another for cavalry. Pawns are infantry soldiers armed with curved swords, spears and long shields. All pieces carved with
There's a note attached to the set.]
"On such a field of battle we can meet even in current circumstances. It would be my great pleasure to provide a presentation how it is played shall you ever wish so.
Iskandar"
Iskandar ordered them to be fashioned not in their traditional shapes but modeled after Egyptian and Hittite armies as he knew them. With Egyptian side sculpted with remarkable artistry from white marble and Hittite side carved in hard, charcoal-black wood.
King is represented by no other than a small figurine of Ozymandias himself, seated on his throne wearing crowns of Lower and Upper Egypt. Queen by his wife, Nefertari. There's one piece representing famed Egyptian chariots and another for cavalry. Pawns are infantry soldiers armed with curved swords, spears and long shields. All pieces carved with
There's a note attached to the set.]
"On such a field of battle we can meet even in current circumstances. It would be my great pleasure to provide a presentation how it is played shall you ever wish so.
Iskandar"
[But it was not a poor choice of gift, considering coffee was one of the few material indulgences Hubert had a quiet passion for. Perhaps it is more impersonal than would be otherwise, considering that Ozymandias owned the store which specialized in coffee and did not need to go out of his way for it. Still... his study of Hubert's preferred choice did not go unnoticed.]
[He was aware the flamboyant man was Edelgard's preferred choice to transfer guardianship of Leslie to should Hubert himself also vanish from these lands. It was annoying, but...]
[A small package is delivered to Ozymandias' residence two days later by regular courier. A simple rectangular wood box finished with a pleasant reddish-stain. And a simple note.]
I would detest leaving a gift unreciprocated in these circumstances.
——Hubert von Vestra
[Inside is a pristine white writing quill, capped with a metal nib and the ends of the feather artfully gilded, enough to draw the eye but not ostentatious enough to seem strictly for show. It has an accompanying mildly enchanted inkwell that refills the quill without need for dipping so long as it holds ink and the two are nearby.]
[He was aware the flamboyant man was Edelgard's preferred choice to transfer guardianship of Leslie to should Hubert himself also vanish from these lands. It was annoying, but...]
[A small package is delivered to Ozymandias' residence two days later by regular courier. A simple rectangular wood box finished with a pleasant reddish-stain. And a simple note.]
I would detest leaving a gift unreciprocated in these circumstances.
——Hubert von Vestra
[Inside is a pristine white writing quill, capped with a metal nib and the ends of the feather artfully gilded, enough to draw the eye but not ostentatious enough to seem strictly for show. It has an accompanying mildly enchanted inkwell that refills the quill without need for dipping so long as it holds ink and the two are nearby.]
[On the day of the holiday, a plate of homemade cookies and a sample of herbal tea mysteriously appears on his doorstep. The wrapping is decorated with a fresh lily flower (actually a Fae magic product, designed to fade away from existence in a few hours) and a ribbon. The attached handwritten note reads as follows:]
Happy Modranicht! Let’s have another great year here in Aefenglom!
M⚜️
Happy Modranicht! Let’s have another great year here in Aefenglom!
M⚜️
[On the last day of Modranicht, Ozymandias gets a doorstep package wrapped in a velvety black bag. Inside is a well-crafted glass ornament depicting three of his sphinx kittens playing around.
The note attached to the package simply reads:
Thanks for your help this year.
~Momo]
The note attached to the package simply reads:
Thanks for your help this year.
~Momo]
[ It had been a late evening. Her therapy session had gone long in the day, and she'd just felt generally exhausted in both body and mind. Which made Ramesses turn to quietly watch over her and keep her from doing anything rash about the cultists. Honestly, there wasn't much to make this evening particularly different from the others they spent together...
Chariot excused herself, saying she really needed a shower, and set herself about to do so, her hair shifting as she began to strip away her dress... But there was something about the way she moved, the gestures of her shoulders, and the faintest of glances back towards him on the bed... that she didn't want to shower alone.
Dress and underthings left behind, she stepped in and turned the water on hot, steam rising immediately as it began to splash against her skin.
... She didn't draw the shower curtain. ]
Chariot excused herself, saying she really needed a shower, and set herself about to do so, her hair shifting as she began to strip away her dress... But there was something about the way she moved, the gestures of her shoulders, and the faintest of glances back towards him on the bed... that she didn't want to shower alone.
Dress and underthings left behind, she stepped in and turned the water on hot, steam rising immediately as it began to splash against her skin.
... She didn't draw the shower curtain. ]
[Nights Chariot has therapy are usually quiet. Ramesses never asks for details of what they talk about, but his broad understanding of the topics makes it an easy conclusion to reach that it's topics that tend to leave Chariot exhausted. Not every time, of course, but enough so that when she says she's going to take a shower, Ramesses thinks nothing of it. He assumes she merely wishes to have a little time to herself and to reset from the session before rejoining him. Certainly not things he could fault her for desiring given what could have been brought up with her therapist.]
[But she doesn't set about creating her little retreat by pushing the door to or even closing it. Instead, she seems to be creating quite the opposite as each movement is seemingly a subtle invitation to him. Ramesses sits up from his position on the bed where he'd intended to settle while he waited as the rest of her garments are removed, making his way over to the doorway as she stepped in and turned the water on.]
[He admires her for a moment. Ramesses' eyes follow rivulets of water beginning to trace along her curves, creating waterfalls and rivers in miniature on her skin, which already begins to warm and flush from the heat of the water. He's seen and tasted all of it before. There isn't an inch of her body that he does not know and love. But still Chariot manages to take his breath away. And perhaps it is not so much her beauty that does it as it is her confidence in it. To allow herself that possibility, that reality that she is someone he desires with far less questions her mind and no attempts to hide herself away.]
[Ramesses says nothing, choosing to not lavish her with his words of praise or compliments for a change. It's not likely necessary for him to say anything of it right now.]
[Slipping out of his own clothes, he steps in behind her, joining Chariot in the shower.]
[But she doesn't set about creating her little retreat by pushing the door to or even closing it. Instead, she seems to be creating quite the opposite as each movement is seemingly a subtle invitation to him. Ramesses sits up from his position on the bed where he'd intended to settle while he waited as the rest of her garments are removed, making his way over to the doorway as she stepped in and turned the water on.]
[He admires her for a moment. Ramesses' eyes follow rivulets of water beginning to trace along her curves, creating waterfalls and rivers in miniature on her skin, which already begins to warm and flush from the heat of the water. He's seen and tasted all of it before. There isn't an inch of her body that he does not know and love. But still Chariot manages to take his breath away. And perhaps it is not so much her beauty that does it as it is her confidence in it. To allow herself that possibility, that reality that she is someone he desires with far less questions her mind and no attempts to hide herself away.]
[Ramesses says nothing, choosing to not lavish her with his words of praise or compliments for a change. It's not likely necessary for him to say anything of it right now.]
[Slipping out of his own clothes, he steps in behind her, joining Chariot in the shower.]
[ It was the fruit of a long labor, to be able to stand there for him, soaking in the heat of the water and steam, to let herself be an object of his sexual hunger, to be a jewel for him to admire. And really, that was part of the session she'd had that day, discussing her sex life, and why she had so much hesitation to just let herself be desired by the wonderful lovers she had in her life.
It was why she wanted to try this. To say nothing. To simply seduce, to draw out Ramesses' need. It was so easy for her... She knew it was. And yet still she so often hesitated, a mix of shame and propriety, but she'd set that aside...
When she felt him step in, she was quick to press herself against him, peppering little needy kisses against his shoulder and chest, drawing her tongue along the little beads and rivulets of water that trailed down, tasting him. It was the start of a journey, as she began to lower herself more... ]
It was why she wanted to try this. To say nothing. To simply seduce, to draw out Ramesses' need. It was so easy for her... She knew it was. And yet still she so often hesitated, a mix of shame and propriety, but she'd set that aside...
When she felt him step in, she was quick to press herself against him, peppering little needy kisses against his shoulder and chest, drawing her tongue along the little beads and rivulets of water that trailed down, tasting him. It was the start of a journey, as she began to lower herself more... ]
[Ramesses anticipated Chariot's kiss, but not her placement of the first or any that began to follow. There hadn't been any coaxing or encouragement from Ramesses, and she hadn't partaken of any liquid courage in the form of spiced wine. So, he expected her lips to find his. To start there and let him take the lead until she felt certain to take it from him.]
[But instead, her kisses are already hungry and pressed against his skin. And not in the sort of fashion where she seems to be testing her own limits with a quick press there before a sudden retreat to where she likely feels more certain in herself. Oh no, her mouth lingers instead. It's only for a moment to savor and then she presses on, but there is no uncertainty or attempts at retreating. Ramesses' hand finds her shoulder, fingers curling loosely as her mouth begins laying claim to the hard lines of his stomach. The lower she goes, the more the heat of her mouth sets his skin abuzz with warmth and his breathing begins to shift. His other hand cradles the back of her head, but he does not urge her on any further than that, allowing himself to be pliant to her seduction.]
[But instead, her kisses are already hungry and pressed against his skin. And not in the sort of fashion where she seems to be testing her own limits with a quick press there before a sudden retreat to where she likely feels more certain in herself. Oh no, her mouth lingers instead. It's only for a moment to savor and then she presses on, but there is no uncertainty or attempts at retreating. Ramesses' hand finds her shoulder, fingers curling loosely as her mouth begins laying claim to the hard lines of his stomach. The lower she goes, the more the heat of her mouth sets his skin abuzz with warmth and his breathing begins to shift. His other hand cradles the back of her head, but he does not urge her on any further than that, allowing himself to be pliant to her seduction.]
[ The idea was less straying from what affection felt safe to her, but more to expand that feeling of comfort. She wanted to look past the horizon, and find the 'sun'. His touch, the sound of his breath, guided her along, but she still knew what she wanted, at the end of her journey.
Settling on her knees, she turned her eyes up to his, pressing her hands against his thighs and splaying her fingers, running up the shower slicked skin to his his, and letting only her breath, for the moment, envelop his cock, feeling the heat of him on her cheeks, she was so close. ]
Settling on her knees, she turned her eyes up to his, pressing her hands against his thighs and splaying her fingers, running up the shower slicked skin to his his, and letting only her breath, for the moment, envelop his cock, feeling the heat of him on her cheeks, she was so close. ]
[A small shudder runs through him at the feel of her breath against his swollen cock. She is so close, and yet if it weren't for the feeling of her hands drifting along his thighs, he'd think she was impossibly far away. He holds her gaze when her eyes meet his. His eyes have long-since darkened with desire and his hope to feel more than just her breath is apparent in his gaze, but he is not yet impatient. Rather, he is savoring and lingering every sensation, and happy with merely anticipating what is to come next rather than trying to urge it along.]
[ Chariot's motions were slow, deliberate, but everything also carried with it an energy of pure reverence... like his body was something holy to her, an alter, and she was praying with her hands, the cadence of her breath...
Her tongue soon joined the ritual, just the tip lightly gliding along from the base of his length, just barely to the tip before she with drew and once more let a heated exhale cover him. ]
Her tongue soon joined the ritual, just the tip lightly gliding along from the base of his length, just barely to the tip before she with drew and once more let a heated exhale cover him. ]
[So often when they are together like this, Ramesses is the one to offer his reverence to her and he treats her as though she is goddess incarnate. And in return, Chariot lets her need for him be known. Even when she opts to put on a performance for him, leaning into what she knows will be exciting to him and seeking out as much pleasure as possible, there's always a slight undercurrent of need to it.]
[Which is why this feels so different.]
[He's never demanded let alone asked for Chariot's worship. And what a feeling it is to have it now, not merely worshipping him as the sun, but her sun. He breathes her name as she traces his length with the tip of her tongue, fingers tightening their hold on her slightly with her exhale.]
[Which is why this feels so different.]
[He's never demanded let alone asked for Chariot's worship. And what a feeling it is to have it now, not merely worshipping him as the sun, but her sun. He breathes her name as she traces his length with the tip of her tongue, fingers tightening their hold on her slightly with her exhale.]
on a day when hubert is about to have a lovely evening
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2021-02-10 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Leslie’s backpack only looks a little large thanks to her lack of largeness in her body. With how Ozymandias acts whenever there is half an excuse to give Leslie a present, she would have been fine if she brought nothing, but even setting aside clothing and a few assorted essentials, there are two important passengers to bring in the form of plushies: an older one from family in a different world, and a newer one from family in this one.
The second plush is not the only thing with her from Deceuer, but the dress she’d received for Modranicht, still a little large on her, is currently obscured beneath a thick coat, wool pants, and sturdy boots.
(mild attack warning The latter set, by contrast, is starting to look on the way to being too small — more in height than in width, despite a year of good meals and half that of developing what muscles can be expected for a child. She’s been reluctant to consider replacing them and all the rest of her clothes that still bear Lady Edelgard’s eagle crest. It’s something she should ask Hubert for advice on regarding any future clothing, as the art of even simple adjustments to clothing are beyond her, but she needed time to be able to even face the idea.)
She thanks Hubert for dropping her off to Ozymandias’s house and says goodbye before walking up to the front door. She reaches toward the door to knock — either by hand or by whatever device might be set up for announcing one’s presence — but hesitates.
Would it be more polite to tell him over the Watches rather than making a racket by the door? She reaches toward a pocket...but hesitates. No, what if he doesn’t have his Watch nearby? Then he might have to go away from the door to find out that he needs to double back to actually open the door. So maybe........
She will knock eventually if Ozymandias has not opened the door before she finishes these rather silly considerations especially for someone she’s known for a year by now.]
The second plush is not the only thing with her from Deceuer, but the dress she’d received for Modranicht, still a little large on her, is currently obscured beneath a thick coat, wool pants, and sturdy boots.
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She thanks Hubert for dropping her off to Ozymandias’s house and says goodbye before walking up to the front door. She reaches toward the door to knock — either by hand or by whatever device might be set up for announcing one’s presence — but hesitates.
Would it be more polite to tell him over the Watches rather than making a racket by the door? She reaches toward a pocket...but hesitates. No, what if he doesn’t have his Watch nearby? Then he might have to go away from the door to find out that he needs to double back to actually open the door. So maybe........
She will knock eventually if Ozymandias has not opened the door before she finishes these rather silly considerations especially for someone she’s known for a year by now.]
Edited 2021-02-10 04:41 (UTC)
[Leslie does, in fact, not get the opportunity to make the decision of whether to knock or not in the end. Although Ozymandias has been allowing his larger sphinxes inside more often than not (since it just does not seem right to force them to suffer the cold outside), they are still attending to what's going on out there. One appears in one of the nearby windows briefly, looking outside to confirm it's her before disappearing back inside to fetch Ozymandias. It's entirely possible that she misses it altogether being so focused on whether or not to knock.]
[A few seconds later, Ozymandias opens the door, pulling it wide immediately.]
Leslie, how long have you been standing out in this cold? [he asks as he stands aside. It almost does not matter that she is so clearly bundled up as snugly as possible without inhibiting her ability to move. Ozymandias places a hand on one of her shoulders to gently usher her into the mansion.] Come in, come in. You should always feel free to let yourself in as this door is always open to you.
[Standing just beyond the entryway are Ozymandias' shadows. Or rather, it is Wehem-Mesut and his little brother Prakash ghosting his steps as per usual when he is home. Prakash gives a little stretch before sitting next to his big brother, tipping his head curiously at this newcomer. For the moment that the older sphinx is there, in any case. Wehem-Mesut knows his tiny human anywhere and heads on over to greet her. Which is perhaps not helpful to her beginning to peel off all her outer layers of warmth considering he's approaching half as tall as her by now, but when is a feline of any sort ever convenient?]
[Ozymandias closes the front door once Leslie is properly inside.]
[A few seconds later, Ozymandias opens the door, pulling it wide immediately.]
Leslie, how long have you been standing out in this cold? [he asks as he stands aside. It almost does not matter that she is so clearly bundled up as snugly as possible without inhibiting her ability to move. Ozymandias places a hand on one of her shoulders to gently usher her into the mansion.] Come in, come in. You should always feel free to let yourself in as this door is always open to you.
[Standing just beyond the entryway are Ozymandias' shadows. Or rather, it is Wehem-Mesut and his little brother Prakash ghosting his steps as per usual when he is home. Prakash gives a little stretch before sitting next to his big brother, tipping his head curiously at this newcomer. For the moment that the older sphinx is there, in any case. Wehem-Mesut knows his tiny human anywhere and heads on over to greet her. Which is perhaps not helpful to her beginning to peel off all her outer layers of warmth considering he's approaching half as tall as her by now, but when is a feline of any sort ever convenient?]
[Ozymandias closes the front door once Leslie is properly inside.]
[It doesn't take a genius to work out that Diarmuid is incredibly stressed out.
Though he's long since abandoned it in favour of feline company, his table is currently covered in an array of papers and there are even a few stray pages on the floor by his chair. One particularly curious sphinx is playing with what looks like a guest list and a scrap of coloured ribbon. Diarmuid, meanwhile, is on a nearby couch with another determinedly kneading his thighs, as though it might somehow make the muscle more comfortable through sheer persistence.
With a sigh, he ruffles its ears.]
... I don't suppose you want to organise this wedding, do you? [It looks (???) up at him, flicks its tail contemplatively, then hops off of his lap and darts away.] Didn't think so.
Though he's long since abandoned it in favour of feline company, his table is currently covered in an array of papers and there are even a few stray pages on the floor by his chair. One particularly curious sphinx is playing with what looks like a guest list and a scrap of coloured ribbon. Diarmuid, meanwhile, is on a nearby couch with another determinedly kneading his thighs, as though it might somehow make the muscle more comfortable through sheer persistence.
With a sigh, he ruffles its ears.]
... I don't suppose you want to organise this wedding, do you? [It looks (???) up at him, flicks its tail contemplatively, then hops off of his lap and darts away.] Didn't think so.
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