[This old man is blushing so fucking hard. He might die. What if he dies right now? What then?
The poke to his cheek earns a sheepish smile. Then he leans in to murmur something so only Venti can hear, not that they have a lot of company anyway besides the caretakers. He also uses this as an excuse to slip his arms around Venti...]
Do you have any idea how much I admired your work? How often I attended your plays throughout the eras—how I searched for the manuscript of Love's Labors Won even after it had been lost to time?
Truly, [he continues, caressing the shell of the bard's ear and then playing with a braid,] I have underestimated you this time.
[Making out in the middle of the library is crude as anything, but he can afford a kiss. It's soft and tender and longing, as if he could pour all of the sentiments he felt beneath a starry sky into a bottle and offer it to Venti's lips as wine.]
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[This old man is blushing so fucking hard. He might die. What if he dies right now? What then?
The poke to his cheek earns a sheepish smile. Then he leans in to murmur something so only Venti can hear, not that they have a lot of company anyway besides the caretakers. He also uses this as an excuse to slip his arms around Venti...]
Do you have any idea how much I admired your work? How often I attended your plays throughout the eras—how I searched for the manuscript of Love's Labors Won even after it had been lost to time?
Truly, [he continues, caressing the shell of the bard's ear and then playing with a braid,] I have underestimated you this time.
[Making out in the middle of the library is crude as anything, but he can afford a kiss. It's soft and tender and longing, as if he could pour all of the sentiments he felt beneath a starry sky into a bottle and offer it to Venti's lips as wine.]