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Okay, let’s begin. Just a little bit of focus, and…
[His powers slowly pull out a card at random and flips it over. It’s The Magician.]
The Magician. This is a card of potential — which I think suits you pretty well. You’ll gain the means and energy to see your desires through to the very end, to learn and grow. That’s a boon in a place like this. Despite the all of the pain and darkness, the trials and tribulations only make you grow stronger. You’ll learn to take control, able to make change happen via your willpower… and your own physical efforts. The passage of time grants you knowledge; studious as you are, that’ll always translate into strength.
Not a bad start, right? Maybe this card should be called “The Wizard.”
[Heh.]
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You pick that one on purpose.
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I didn’t, I promise. It really is fate trying to tell you something. I am a famous diviner, after all.
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[He chuckles but continues as told. Another card slides out and flips over — it’s The Lovers.]
This one, The Lovers… [Henry pauses, running his finger gently across the design.] …This one represents connection. Nothing hidden from each other; the true self exposed, and the strength of a bond that comes from it. I think being on Pride has already proven this card’s presence in your life. Our team’s an easy representation. And…
[Ah, he only thinks of little Henry and little Sapione. Hearts exposed to each other, the desire to protect, hands linked together.
Maybe that much doesn’t need to be said.]
It’s the kind of connection that grants a different type of strength. It guarantees that you’ll always be supported if you find balance in those you surround yourself with. It sounds to me like we will always be there for you, no matter what. Through the good… and the bad.
Never alone.
[He smiles, then looks up at her again. Only one more.]
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but she's still hiding herself, and she doesn't intend to stop. people who have never heard of Teaferth don't deserve to know.
a gentle sigh. ]
And for my last...?
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Nothing to do but to let the fortune settle in her, and move along. The final card takes its place next to the other two, flipping over, and yes, it's at random. Even if narratively it isn't. It’s The Tower.
His expression tinges with satisfaction in the little burst of light within their makeshift “tent.” Henry’s learned he likes this one; he’s glad she gets to see it, too.]
And this is the Tower, a symbol of cataclysmic change. The whole world upending, sometimes violently, to make way for something new. Everything crumbling and shattering, leaving nothing untouched.
Some fall from their high tower, losing everything they ever had in the upheaval. But then there’s the lightning bolt itself—
[He taps that jagged lightning strike.]
That’s you. Bolstered by the other cards, you strike down prison walls. You make the people running Shadowpeaks topple. You make them pay, and their world will never be the same.
[Yes, this is a very good card.]
And you can take that change with you. Apply it to anyone who’s ever wronged you, and they’ll suffer for it. All of them falling down… one by one. They can’t do a thing to stop it.
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now Sprezzatura reaches forward, pressing her fingertips down on the card, and fans them all together: her fortune, fated to come true. Henry Creel said so. ]
That's... good. [ low, nearly choked. ] I must be...
[ the most fortunate tiefling alive. but she doesn't say that, because she's surging forward and fitting their lips together fervently, scattering the cards as she closes that space. ]
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Warm. Electric. A tingling buzz all up and down every nerve-ending, and his heart beating all the way up into his throat. This— this is the kind of thing that sparks changes in Henry Creel, shifting his world’s axis to lean incrementally closer in her direction. This is his little lingering hope given even more encouragement. This is that remnant of "happiness" he mentioned, the real part still living inside of him, brought to the forefront again.
After all, it’s very hard to misread intent in a kiss.
When his thoughts snap back into his place after having flown away in myriad directions, Henry manages to close his eyes and nudge forward, kissing her back. A little clumsy, but soft, and eager. The tarot cards have gone askew, and their mini-light tips over to shine directly above them, but it’s the last thing he’s worried about right now.]
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scrapes her fingers up his nape and clutches into his hair. this is not a slow kiss, not a strictly tender one. met by his eagerness, she meets him in kind. little breathy sound. relief. her teeth tugging and plucking at his lower lip. she is so exhausted, but she wants this, badly. ]
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His pulse feels like it exists everywhere. Ears, neck, wrist, even his fingertips as a hand slips to move behind her back and press in near. Close. Close is nice.
She tugs at his hair, tugs at the bottom of his lip. He’s never been kissed like this before, and he gives her a low moan that might be more embarrassing if he were anyone other than Henry Creel. He presses his mouth closer to her again, and his words are clumsy still because of it.]
Ms Vaux approves?
[best fortune he’s ever told]
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[ let her in!! ]
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Parts his mouth for her, only to realize belatedly that she might want more room for her tongue — her very long and very tapered tongue.
His cheeks flush a little, hard to see in the lopsided lighting, but he's definitely warming up by a few degrees just thinking about it slipping inside.]
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this feels right. feels good. so much better than anything else today. ]
My hair...
[ tug on it. is that even clear? does it matter? ]
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Meanwhile, his tongue nudges up against the underside of hers, seeking. Henry shifts his body closer, wanting to seam up right next to her, to take advantage of every place where they could touch; rip his tarot cards. But he can sort them out later.]
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it's... smothering beneath the blanket. get it off!! abandons his hair to push at it, push it down, and the rush of cool air after is a relief, and grounding, too. breaks the kiss with another sigh. ]
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Takes a moment to breathe, though he doesn't pull away. His hand fiddles with strands of her hair.]
Should have started with this.
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Never give it to you easy...
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Making me work for it… I guess I won’t complain.
[She could have made him go through hell and back and he’d say this moment is worth it.
Dips in again, so close that his request is a bit redundant for how his lips still brush against hers-]
One more?
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One more, then.
[ parts her lips, closes them gently around his, lips and tongue and breath. warm, slick. maybe she should move her hands beneath his shirt. ]
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His blood feels like it’s barely under the surface of his skin, at any rate. And it’s also hurrying down to… other places below the waistline, but even that isn’t enough to detract from the most important thing right now: her kissing him a second time.
As though to prove the first wasn’t a fluke. Not some delirious dream drifting in the wake of a wearying game. Henry kisses her right back, of course, mouth slotting open, too — his turn for his tongue to push along hers, just a taste.]
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it's... relaxing...
barely a whisper, ] Have you tongue kissed before?
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Has he tongue-kissed before? If he was kissed anything like this when he was a teen, he would have melted on the spot, so somewhere in the middle of drawing his tongue along her lower lip, he gives a very eloquent-]
Nuh-uh.
[When would he have?]
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[ exactly how she likes to kiss. sweeping tongue and kiss-swollen lips. her fingertips tingle and she presses them harder into his back. one kiss becomes two, becomes five, becomes too many to count, her tapered tongue playing and coiling around his. around, around, around... with the tip laying gently atop his. certainly no human kiss could ever feel like that. ]
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And her tongue is just so… amazing.
It’s like a thing alive in his mouth. Coiling and massaging around, with its tip still seated atop his own. Dancing around so dexterously that it makes his own seem slow and inept — which it very well must be?
Whenever she finally pulls away, he seals his mouth around her tongue as she retracts it, feeling it slide against his lips. He is dizzyingly warm and buzzing, like she’s a new kind of euphoria for him. And that’s just from kissing and a little bit of touching!]
No one kisses like you.
[Says Henry Creel, a man who has kissed like two people ever now. He slides a leg between hers, just to feel more entwined.]
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