DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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.

[vecna]

Enchanting, then.

[It means less when she's suggested it to him, though, and he knows it. So, like a true nerd at heart, Henry thumbs through his mental thesaurus.]

Stunning. Elegant. [he thinks she's elegant and will die on this hill no matter how many threads prove him otherwise.] A light in the darkness.

[velluminous]

Are you sure you are not still fishing for me to drop my panties for you?

[vecna]

[It takes all the willpower in the known universe for Henry Creel to not reply with something cheeky.]

Of course not. I hope you never think my compliments are solely given so I can sleep with you.

[,]

But if that's a side-effect, I won't complain.

[velluminous]

Good. I like your compliments.

[vecna]

I have plenty more to give.

[Case in point:]

You're not just a pretty face, you're smart, too.

[velluminous]

[ glances up at him, little flick of dark eyes ]

And?

[vecna]

And clever. Ambitious — willing to bend the rules of magic for the sake of knowledge.

You know what you want. I love that about you.