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ARDYN IZUNIA

Ardyn Izunia. Professor of law. Lord of law. Liege of law. The one grading your papers. Leave a message.

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[erythristic]

[maybe he didn't need to be thanked, but she wants to give out her thanks anyway. to let him know she hears him, to express the feeling in her chest that's lighter, like there's more room to breathe. his words are something to hold onto, and not something she asked for. that makes them all the more precious. if she could clear the smoke from her eyes of her own accord, she would - but it cannot be shameful to accept that someone is offering their help in that.]

You charmer.

[she says the name more fond than accusatory, though. if he's trying to bewitch her, it's working, and if he doesn't intend it, it's working anyway.

it all applies in reverse, she wants to say. that if he doubts himself, she'll argue against it. she'll tell him the truth, both as his friend and as more. that the reason she fusses and tells him to not overextend himself is because he should know he's worth just as much care as he bestows on other people. in that, she cannot be moved.]

Look at what you've done. Here I come to you full of the fires of indignation, and somehow you convince me that it all is something to live with. I doubt anyone else could be as effective as you are.

[daemonized]

[He hadn't been trying to charm. His priorities had been with making her feel more comfortable with herself, of making her believe his opinions even if it was only by proxy. That she would think it charming is flattering (and a little heart-fluttering), and his arm around her gently pulls her closer for a ghost of a not-quite hug -- merely the need to keep her near manifesting in the only way he knows how. Being this close, he loves catching her scent in his nose; with it comes a wave of comfort and fondness and other emotions that were too hard to quantify right now.

He lets the moment linger, lets it stretch and weave itself through transient moments of silence and calm, before he says anything.]

I've been told I have a way with words. [Faint humor hinges off of everything he utters, the tone light and airy.] Enough to put out the most flagrant of indignant passions. And though I do love to see that fire behind your eyes, there's merit in indulging oneself in contentedness instead.

[He rolls his head back, resting against the couch cushion, and it cranes his gaze upwards, casting it towards the ceiling. He has a fond, casual sort of smile on his features, and his focus is on nothing in particular.]

And as long as you're content, then so am I. [Happiness for happiness.]