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ᴬˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵃˢ ˢᵖᵃʳᵏᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵍⁿⁱᵗᵉᵈ
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ᴮᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉʳ

@ofsorcery.bsky.social how long did she put him out for? His head feels like he's been asleep for a week.

See it's that continuous slight self contradiction that makes her suspicious.

Chronos release my weary soul

What she doesn't know about him can't scare her with the eldritch terror of true infinity.

If he wakes up in a ditch somewhere he'll fight her hand to hand.

Good dreams? Not sure he can actually have those. Or even if she did make him sleep eternally he'd certainly out last her.

But that's neither her nor there if he rises at dawn.

Magic or not he'd probably have passed out. The warmth of her lap under his head was relaxing.

" Because full name and title introductions are ridiculous. Call me Leo. "

By now his eyes had fallen shut for the past several moments. Fatigue catching up to him.

" If that's how you want to do it. Leonidas Vernon Dawnlight the third. "

He lets out a dry chuckle. Laughing at his own name it seems.

Downing his eighth cup of coffee of the day.

►𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙪𝙢?◄

" Sometimes. "

His eyes shut, legs crossing as he sighs. Another new one...

" What's your name? "

" Depends. If it's for business, mind games. For fun, RPGs. "

Emerald hued eyes blink up at her. Scrutinizing her features.

" You're new. "

" I like playing different games. "

Despite the natural grey colour his hair is exceptionally soft.

Too close to the sun, yes.

See that dude burned up and died. Because he didn't know well enough to leave it alone.

Sighs, sitting down a few feet away before laying down. Hands under his head as it sets in her lap.

" You having fun yet? "

And so they war

For a reason they don't know

To an end they didn't choose

Blood as blood, men as men

Skin, and bone of the machine

Fine. Just for the sake of getting this voodoo hoodoo over with he'll go along with it.

Has she heard of this guy called Icarus?

Sometimes that hollow pang in my chest makes me believe I'm already dead.

Because her idea of fine and his most likely differ.

He said he'd sleep. He did not agree to this.

...doubt.

...fine. If it gets her off his ass.

That's not confidence inspiring...

Most haven't heard of rhetoric

Sigh...

How come servants are always so difficult?

The exact reason I would be concerned is that whenever -you- want part.

God it's too quiet

Panting, hand brushing crimson coated hair back away from his eyes. He's a little shocked he's alive.