[ ...he's gonna kick that Archer's ass, he thinks. ]
...yeah, exactly.
[ Just barely. With Ai's output, a full recovery will take a while. Pretending none of this happened. Yeah, no problem, right? He's Pretender, it's what he does best. Pretend she hadn't begged him not to go, pretend he hadn't desired her carnally in that moment. Pretend and never stop pretending. ]
[ She's surprised none of the others are here already - and relieved. The last thing she needs is for any of what'd just happened to be seen by literally anyone else. It's bad enough that she and Oberon had been here for it.
She rises to her feet, feeling a little wobbly. Her knees and hands are both a little chewed up with how hard she'd hit the ground next to him but when she thinks about how bad things could've been... she definitely got off easy this time.
She stares down at him for just a second. Even with Fae Eyes, it's hard to read what's going on with her expression.
But then, hesitantly, she offers him her hand. The one bearing the final stroke of her Command Seal. ]
[ Their sloppy, bloody make-out session, followed by the worst handling of high emotions ever. Yeah, he'd like to keep that between them as well. Otherwise he might actually want to disappear.
He looks up at her, looking into her frustratingly complex expression... and sighs. In the end, no matter how infuriating she is, all he can do is take her hand. ]
...right.
[ It was all just a midsummer night's dream, a single night of revelry undeserving of being the truth.
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...yeah, exactly.
[
Just barely. With Ai's output, a full recovery will take a while.Pretending none of this happened. Yeah, no problem, right? He's Pretender, it's what he does best. Pretend she hadn't begged him not to go, pretend he hadn't desired her carnally in that moment. Pretend and never stop pretending. ]...let's go, then.
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[ She's surprised none of the others are here already - and relieved. The last thing she needs is for any of what'd just happened to be seen by literally anyone else. It's bad enough that she and Oberon had been here for it.
She rises to her feet, feeling a little wobbly. Her knees and hands are both a little chewed up with how hard she'd hit the ground next to him but when she thinks about how bad things could've been... she definitely got off easy this time.
She stares down at him for just a second. Even with Fae Eyes, it's hard to read what's going on with her expression.
But then, hesitantly, she offers him her hand. The one bearing the final stroke of her Command Seal. ]
... let's go home.
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He looks up at her, looking into her frustratingly complex expression... and sighs. In the end, no matter how infuriating she is, all he can do is take her hand. ]
...right.
[ It was all just a midsummer night's dream, a single night of revelry undeserving of being the truth.
Damn you, Shakespeare. ]