>>5149239“Lassskar,” you say his name.
The elf turns back to you. He was just about to head up to his perch, to tune and ready his instruments, but his perfectly-symmetrical, slight-uncanny elven features shift to an expression of inquisitiveness.
“Thank you,” you say and, to your surprise, you mean it.
Laskar Endingray smiles, saying “You have good friends here, Kamunu. I know that this isn’t where you plan to stay… That it isn’t ‘home’ to you… But I have felt the stirring of each of their souls, as with yours. There is beauty in theirs, and there is beauty in yours. You only need to foster it, to believe in it. The tree which one waters over the years grows slowly, but it grows largest and lives longest.”
You blink a couple times, then joke “I’ve heard about the Emerald Gladesss, with their towering foresstss. would assume that the tree which iss tended to by an elf growss fasster, though?”
Laskar laughs quietly. “I suppose there may be some truth there.”
You always found elves, at least the pure-blooded sort, a bit… Bland. A bit too ‘perfect’ in ways that never appealed to you. However, Laskar… Looking at his face now, at the kindness in his eyes, at the way he seems to really SEE you… You cannot help it. You step forwards, and you kiss him. At first, he is surprised, unable to form a response… But when he does, when he embraces you and returns the kiss, it is with a skill and passion undeniable. Maybe THAT’S why human females are always losing their mind over these creatures!
However when your hands slide lower, Laskar steps back swiftly. You furrow your brow, but he just smiles with a mixture of kindness and regret.
“Desperation doesn’t suit you,” he says, “and convenience doesn’t suit me. I would love to continue this Kamunu… When your wounds are less fresh.”
‘Oooo, are you fuckin’ KIDDING me?!’ irinnile fumes. ‘I could feel all that mana in that schlong! This son-of-a-dryad has more than EDWIN!”
You suppose that makes sense—elves are magical creatures, after all. And you have to admit, rejection stings you too, if not for the same reasons as it annoys Irinnile.
How do you respond?
>With understanding, and appreciation for his courtesy>With frustration, storming off to go hunt this hellhound>With mockery and insults—how DARE he?!>With magic—you’ll MAKE him want you, and take what you want>Write-in 