DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

(( when the sun sets, we're both the same ))

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[velluminous]

[ she wonders if there is disappointment—perhaps not so much for the denial of intimacy, but because she shied away from his persuasion at all. if there is, he will never let her see. ]

I would like to know. Yes.

[ the snow crunches underfoot. it's coming down faster now. ]

[vecna]

[He won’t! But there are other things to draw their focus towards: it’s been a long time since he’s seen snow quite like this — coming down thick, yet not oppressively. Not since he was a young teen, and even then, the memory is very fuzzy. Many of them are.]

Christmas isn’t celebrated here, but I consider it one for you, anyway.

[A Christmas present, he means.]

[velluminous]

What are you talking of?

[ subtle anxiety: should she have gotten him something, too? ]

You did not spend money on this, did you?

[vecna]

[Why would she have if she didn’t know about? Henry doesn’t expect anything in return.]

No. Just did a few favors for people, that’s all.

[henry creel getting into dnd shenanigans off screen]

[velluminous]

Which people?

[ surely her family and detractors know who he is— ]

[vecna]

[Are you worried about him, Sprezzatura-]

Just some people who needed help here and there. It seems like even in this world, the aid of a telepath is worth something.

[velluminous]

[ NEVER!!!! ]

Of course it is. Divination is well regarded.

[vecna]

[Crunch, crunch, crunching through the building snow.]

I wouldn’t call myself a diviner except in very special circumstances, though. Like now.

[velluminous]

Hm. Well. [ her discomfort still has her hackles up, but she rubs her thumb across the back of his hand. ] What are they having you do?

[vecna]

Track things and people down, mostly.

[Has Henry told Sprezzatura about the Void in this verse yet?]

[velluminous]

[ so it would seem ]

Exchanging for...?

[vecna]

Well, we’ll just have to get home and see, won’t we?

[velluminous]

[ the snowflakes landing in her lashes lend a dewy-eyed look as she blinks at him sidelong. tell her! 🥺 ]

Very well.

[ starts to trot. their arms remain linked. the embarrassment clings to her; better to get away and open a gift. ]

[vecna]

[Arms linked! Nothing will detach him from her just yet, not even the way they kick up puffs of snow in their hurried pace, circumventing piles of it here and there. Watching for icy spots.]

Someone’s excited. [Embarrassed, excited. Potato, potahto.]

[velluminous]

Should I toddle to and fro, pretending I wish to peruse fish market stock?

[vecna]

No. I just think it’s cute, that’s all.

[His Sprezzatura can be very cute, even when she’s not trying trying to be.]

[velluminous]

Vauxs are not "cute".

[vecna]

[hehe]

You’re even cuter when you try to deny it.

[velluminous]

It is not denial, it is fact. Stop looking at me like that.

[vecna]

[Raises their linked arms up so they don’t knock over a snowman someone built in the middle of the path. Children, probably.]

Like what? Like I think you’re cute?

[velluminous]

[ this man who was so good with children... until he wasn't. her arm has to lift high to do this, but she lets him guide it. it's charming in its way that he would rather this than go around. ]

"Cute" is infantile. Girls with pigtails and frocks are cute.

[vecna]

[Until he wasn't. But he has no reason to be mean to a snowman! A little work of "art" that someone put effort into it.

Their arms swing again once they've cleared the snowy obstacle.]

Then what would you prefer? [He's always going to think she's cute, regardless.] How about... winsome?

[WINSOME WIZARD]

[velluminous]

[ hm. she doesn't care for that, either. ]

What is so wrong with beautiful?

[vecna]

[So picky when it comes to compliments-]

I call you beautiful all the time.

[velluminous]

Call me enchanting, then. Repetition does not make it less potent.