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kiera canorus aurelius

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weasel's note: kiera's handwriting is a neat, flowing script somewhere between print and cursive.

they can most often be found at the barn, either tending to animals or in the attached stablemaster's quarters, or at the watchtower bar, either as a patron or occasionally tending bar.

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[unheiring]

[And yet, he does. He reaches out, clinging like a lifeline. When he looks up at them, his eyes are wide and pleading. It's not a far cry from the boyish way he used to expose his emotions.]

I just need you. You don't even have to trust me. Just don't... go anywhere. [He takes a deep breath.] Because I haven't even told you the worst part.

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[it's hard to tell, looking back, which one of the two was or is more desperate for a lifeline. kiera slipped up, and likely will again, but for now, they heed his request and clutch at his hand.]

What could possibly be worse?

[unheiring]

Well...

[He cracks a humorless smile. To be honest, he looks scared more than anything.]

The Emissary and I are - [A shrug.] Not together. But we have been.

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[kiera's jaw drops. they're silent, for a long moment. the possibility that they will explode in temper this time is very real. they seem precariously close to boiling over...

... when their face twists not into rage, but disgust.]

Luca! You fucked a fish?!

[unheiring]

I never said that!!!

[But Luca's face blazes with heat. He releases Kiera's hand, opting to instead shrink down. Now in a crouch, he wraps his arms around his knees, then presses his forehead to them as well. It's only once he's in that position that he mumbles.]

But yes. Several times.

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[they have to resist gagging. it's actually very difficult. out of all of luca's ill-advised decisions over the past years... he's correct, this is by far the worst.

after taking some time to breathe deeply, kiera leans over the bar to glare at luca's pathetic form. their next word is hissed, but surely he'll find the humor underneath it all.]

Harlot.

[unheiring]

[Well that snaps Luca out of he. He rises up from his position and immediately goes for a swing.

Sure, it's wide and loose and has no real force behind it. But still.]

Kiera!!!

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[ohh, they see him coming a mile away (as he surely plans) so they simply throw up their arm to block and redirect him, then proceed to keel over in their own laughter.]

Oh, come, now! I deserve to say it to you at least once, all things considered!

[unheiring]

One man! One! I guarantee you had more than you could count in that time frame! Never mind the women, or anyone else!

[Like Kiera, Luca can't help but laugh. It's a light, delighted sound. Probably the clearest they've heard him laugh in a long time.]

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[his laughter is contagious, in itself. kiera's own laughter is typically much more reserved, but this... this is loud and unabashed.]

Many men and women, yes! But no fish!

[unheiring]

[Luca huffs. And then when that isn't enough, he sticks his middle finger up.]

You're such a bitch, Kiera.

[Said with a smirk.]

[cryopathy]

[is he trying to kill her? she can't breathe!]

Very mature, Lord Aurelius!

[unheiring]

I am mature! I am very mature!

[He says while sticking his tongue out.]

zonari :)))

[cryopathy]

[kiera has yet again invited their gargfriend over for drinks and charcuterie! be there or be square, miss garged oyle. the spread today is more generous than ever before, a combination of wines, teas, breads, cheeses, fruits, meats, nuts, and honey. there's even a frozen cocktail mixed up, if zonari wants to try it. they'll make this garg a fine foods and drinks enjoyer if it's the death of them.

also, it's fucking hot and sandy lately, so their outfit is showing even more skin than usual. for no other reason than that, honest. ready and waiting, eager to usher zonari inside the door to let minimum "air conditioning" (read: constant wind and ice swirling about) out of the house.]

Come iiin, it's so miserable out there!

[corrupter]

[Look. Zonari... "doesn't like people". Except when she talks to Suri about it, it's "they're my little pets", and she was a bit miffed when Timekeeper disappeared without bringing her her ~Cursed Book~ she sent the girl on a quest for. Some people are soooo ungrateful for her help.

Kiera, though, she does like. Enough to put weird little spells on, enough to actually let them into her memory despite the fact she was very well aware she could shut it off or change her mindscape at any time to hide things. Very strange developments to get her interested in someone... the food is just another way to get at the goal here. Sure, she'll eat, whatever.

Anyway, Zonari shows up in a suit jacket and harness and slacks, and that suit jacket is completely open in a way that says one wrong movement is going to flash a titty. By some miracle, it has not yet. So yeah, both of them down horrendous it seems.]

At least you can make the air cooler. ...and make some sort of frozen concoction, it seems.

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[hello zonari's titties. kiera doesn't even bother trying to hide their elevator eyes or their smile. in fact, they fold one arm across their chest, rest the other elbow on it, and tuck their hand under their chin to stare at her very fruitily.]

Sure, I can, but beasts, I certainly miss the snow doing all the work for me!

[with a sigh, they start moving again to pull out a chair for her. very genteel.]

Are you interested? It's made with sparkling white, I believe a Cataegan-style liquor, and fresh lemon sorbet -- the latter of which I handmade, by the way!

[corrupter]

[Very genteel indeed... Zonari will sit down with her arms and legs crossed, which does absolutely everything to accentuate how big her chest is as she does. Girl your back pain.]

What is a "sorbet"? In either case, sure, I'll try it. Is it going to be bad if my natural heat winds up melting it?

[She, like her sibling, runs hot.]

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[for being a lesbian zonari sure sits like a bisexual. kiera is into it, though, for obvious reasons.]

Frozen and churned fruit and sugar, put simply. [they do have to think about it for a moment...] I think you might miss out on the texture, but the flavor should remain intact.

[regardless of zonari's answer, kiera will make two glasses. they have no problem with taking both for themself if she isn't interested, but they offer one to her anyway.]

[corrupter]

[Hmm. She will avoid touching the glass just in case, you know, that texture thing — she can respect the effort that went into this, okay — and grabs a spoon to take a bite.

There's an immediate face she makes like she somehow wasn't expecting it to be that cold. Baby's first brain freeze...]

Ow.

[She smacks her lips once, shakes it off, and tries it again. Yeah, it's still cold, but it seems she does like it if the way she keeps eating is anything to go by.]

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[oh. wow, she is really going the extra mile to try it the way kiera intended. and she's cute about it... kiera's grin is big and very amused.]

I have to say, I'm surprised you can feel the cold. The way you speak about it, I would have imagined your heat would instantly evaporate it.