[He's in a dramatic mood, so his outfit when he appears isn't jeans and a t-shirt but rather something more like this.
He does, however, hold two bottles of wine in his hands. Blends that never existed beyond an ancient dreamer's wishes. A red for her, a white for him.]
[He is one who often considers what is suitable, even if he's come to find that a very blurred line. He sets the bottles on the coffee table. They're chilled already and with a delicate raise of his hand the corks rise up and open.]
[He pours the red for her. It's a blend of smoky sweetness, deep berry and oak with elements of chocolate and a hint of spice. The white wine he has is more crisp and fruity, with a floral note to it.]
I have stood on business today. My nature in so doing is fluid. As dreams of old meet needs of new, so too must sharp angles give way to flexible corners.
[She shifts closer and rests her head on his shoulder.]
You do not need to be fine, I am here to listen to you, the same as you are for me.
[She can only vaugely understand what it is like to be one of the Endless, to be so entwined with your purpose that it becomes you as it does for them. But what she does understand is how to listen, and to cuddle up with him to offer him the comfort of a warm touch.]
[He sits on her sofa, drawing in air he doesn't need. Taking in the physical comfort he graces himself to enjoy. It's a luxury not all have, and he can't escape that now.]
My siblings wish my ruin.
I worry I play into their game. And that it might hurt others in so doing.
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He does, however, hold two bottles of wine in his hands. Blends that never existed beyond an ancient dreamer's wishes. A red for her, a white for him.]
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That is a lot of exposed neck you've brought for me to kiss.
[She gets up from her spot on the sofa to get them a pair of wine glasses.]
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[He is one who often considers what is suitable, even if he's come to find that a very blurred line. He sets the bottles on the coffee table. They're chilled already and with a delicate raise of his hand the corks rise up and open.]
How are you faring?
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[Stella is always a bit in awe of just how beautiful he can be. She sets down the glasses on the coffee table and sits again.]
I'm good, nothing of note recently.
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I have stood on business today. My nature in so doing is fluid. As dreams of old meet needs of new, so too must sharp angles give way to flexible corners.
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Are you tired of flexing your corners today?
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I don't understand those who flail and brag to impress on merits that mean nothing.
I tire of tricksters who wish ill rather than gain.
I don't know why I am to blame for not forgiving my sibling who chose to abandon -
[He breathes deeply. Sinks wearily into her sofa. Sips his wine.]
I'm fine.
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You do not need to be fine, I am here to listen to you, the same as you are for me.
[She can only vaugely understand what it is like to be one of the Endless, to be so entwined with your purpose that it becomes you as it does for them. But what she does understand is how to listen, and to cuddle up with him to offer him the comfort of a warm touch.]
and you are always welcome here, my love.
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My siblings wish my ruin.
I worry I play into their game. And that it might hurt others in so doing.
Your family knows of such ancient games.
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[Stella and Death have become friends who meet up on occasion.]
I never cared for the dramatics of my family.
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[She sips her wine and snuggles up against him.]
Is there anything I can offer to help you? Even just listening.
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It sounds though as if your family is quarreling again?
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I don't believe you on that.
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It matters not neither way.
Many care so intimately, though.
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You are quite melancholy tonight, aren't you?
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We have never gotten along.
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[She brushes her fingers through his hair. Stella is a rather tactile person.]
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[He leans into her touch as he sips his drink.]
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