lunar_moth
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Endymion casts the daughter a shy smile; for obvious reasons, he can’t help but feel sympathetic towards those with strained or otherwise unconventional relationships with their parents, but his attention is shortly thereafter drawn to the mother herself.
She grips both his hands in her own, and he has only a moment to ponder how soft the skin of her palms is before he’s nodding his head ferociously. Frankly, the urgency in her voice has him agreeing before her words even sink in, but even after that he can’t help but agree. A dinner party-like situation is not his most favoured but with everyone there, he’s sure the silence will be filled quite naturally. And besides— how could he deny the thrill he gets now when the promise of another adventure is dangled in front of him?
The guild life really is addicting, damn. So much for him being a scholarly type who was above such mortal pleasures.
I have never known you to deny yourself any sort of pleasure you seek, and I’ve only known you for days, Beryl croaks where she is tucked beneath his tunic’s collar and reads him to filth.