[ He might think to say something about the presence of one's home; about how, like the signpost Liem thinks that he resembles, it is never something that leaves its people. It exists as a point, for them to always look to for reference in the grand scheme of things. He also thinks such words would be painful, this evening, as Liem struggles with the weight of his heart and the things in his mind that Set seeks to draw from him — not like a healing salve, but like a glancing blow meant to gouge and bleed someone.
He is too indelicate for more than he already offers. ] Well, you are not alone or adrift, even while you are away. You have me here in these trying times, with you.
[ He dips his head, a wash of red hair falling across Liem's shoulder as he bows to inspect the golden earring he's been offered in turn — agreeably taking it between his fingers once he's inspected it for detail, to hook it into the empty lobe of his other ear. Like Liem, he feels a little lopsided with even one ear bare, and plenty 'off' as he's forgone most of his native jewelry for the evening. Besides, the two wrist cuffs from his home are gone now — one given to a teenage boy to pawn, and the other given to another teenage boy as a token of his attentions. A reminder he was present for him.
He straightens, once he has the earring in. ] I hope you do not expect this to be returned to you. I am likely going to treat it as the full set from now on.
[ The question is wry, as he pulls a segment of his hair back to examine the asymmetry of the earrings — before shaking his head to straighten himself back out. Away from the mirror he stepped, to instead pace in a little semicircle, as if taking a proper look at the man he'd selected as his partner for the evening, deeming him suitable company — dressed sharply, bearing his token, artfully disheveled... excellent! ]
How do you feel? Prepared? Have you any other preparations you would like to make? I think you look quite dashing, it almost makes up for your lacking presence at the masquerade.
[ he's never going to let liem live down that he AVOIDED IT ]
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He is too indelicate for more than he already offers. ] Well, you are not alone or adrift, even while you are away. You have me here in these trying times, with you.
[ He dips his head, a wash of red hair falling across Liem's shoulder as he bows to inspect the golden earring he's been offered in turn — agreeably taking it between his fingers once he's inspected it for detail, to hook it into the empty lobe of his other ear. Like Liem, he feels a little lopsided with even one ear bare, and plenty 'off' as he's forgone most of his native jewelry for the evening. Besides, the two wrist cuffs from his home are gone now — one given to a teenage boy to pawn, and the other given to another teenage boy as a token of his attentions. A reminder he was present for him.
He straightens, once he has the earring in. ] I hope you do not expect this to be returned to you. I am likely going to treat it as the full set from now on.
[ The question is wry, as he pulls a segment of his hair back to examine the asymmetry of the earrings — before shaking his head to straighten himself back out. Away from the mirror he stepped, to instead pace in a little semicircle, as if taking a proper look at the man he'd selected as his partner for the evening, deeming him suitable company — dressed sharply, bearing his token, artfully disheveled... excellent! ]
How do you feel? Prepared? Have you any other preparations you would like to make? I think you look quite dashing, it almost makes up for your lacking presence at the masquerade.
[ he's never going to let liem live down that he AVOIDED IT ]