(Holds up a hand, palm facing Flins in a 'pause' motion.)
No, I've said my piece.
(A cocky grin crawls over his lips.)
Unless you want me to repeat myself. I never took you to be such a glutton for praise, Flins.
Here. I'll be direct.
(Clears his throat dramatically.)
+
Grandmaster Varka
You flatter me so.
( The hand retreats with a final ruffle of the other’s hair, a serene smile spreading across his lips. )
But if that is to be, I make for a terrible hexer—unable to coax such simple words from your lips.
ㅤ 𝓕ʟɪɴꜱㅤ
(Varka laughs fondly under his breath, a short puff of air that barely sounds like anything at all.)
That depends on if you view your own charm as a curse.
Grandmaster Varka
Sir Varka.
( Fingers curl, the scratch of his nails dulled by supple leather. The angle is undeniably awkward—his arm stretches to accommodate the other’s… stature. Yet he entertains the comparison a moment more—citrine eyes upon a very large ‘puppy.’ )
Has some curse stolen your words from you?
ㅤ 𝓕ʟɪɴꜱㅤ
(The hand gently tousling his hair gave Varka pause, antics set aside for an even greater puzzle: Flins himself. Cerulean eyes took in the visage of the man before him as if he were seeing him in a new light entirely, quiet and wondrous.)
Say, Flins...
Grandmaster Varka
( A hand settles atop his head, tousling the soft blond with a little huff. If he entirely disregards reality and the fact that Varka is a large, capable man—he’s almost reminiscent of a pitiful puppy pleading to play… )
It is seen as bad luck to leave your sentences unfinished, Sir Varka.
ㅤ 𝓕ʟɪɴꜱㅤ
(His pouting. It's working. Nice thinking, Varka! He pouts more.)
No. I'm afraid this is the end of the line for me, my comrade...
...
Unless...
(Cue the most pathetic expression.)
Grandmaster Varka
( Oh, and isn’t he just the sweetest thing? The fae almost regrets abandoning him so soon… )
Your strength is unlike any other, Master Varka… You shall survive the torrential paperwork.
ㅤ 𝓕ʟɪɴꜱㅤ
(He pouts a lot like a kicked puppy, too.)
Remember me, Flins. Keep my memory alive...
Grandmaster Varka
Partings are inevitable… The cycle cannot begin anew without its conclusion.
Ah, but perhaps you shall persist in dreams. A golden puppy against the starry sky. Hmm.
