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28.Feb.12, 03:25 AM
"Any time," he said mildly. "You're in good hands. That I can actually say with confidence," he said, poking at himself just a little bit. He looked and felt weary, his voice dragging just a little bit and his eyes not quite so bright and alert as they should have been, but Valerian was holding his attention better than anything else would have.
Val's next comment earned a soft chuckle from the healer. "Great to me," he corrected himself. He could sense Valerian steering the conversation in a less serious, perhaps less touchy-feely direction. That was fine with Talian. He didn't usually lead conversations, preferring instead to let his companion guide the flow and choose the topics. Talian was dancing along his limit for intimacy as well. He rather liked the idea of it, and moments like this always filled him with a warm feeling that he thought he could get used to, but he wasn't comfortable enough with his new friends to really indulge himself in such things. A bit here and there was reward enough, though there was a small sting as well. Fiora had given him that feeling all the time. He longed for it, though he hadn't yet found something to replace it with.
His eyes flickered around his office. "I'd like to paint the walls a darker color, to be honest," he said. "I think brown." He liked the color brown. It went well with his brown hair and tawny eyes, but his reason was less poetic. He liked it because it was the color he wore while working, since it concealed blood. He wore it all the time, so he associated it with his craft, perhaps as much as purple. Purple was just too flashy. "I don't have much else to decorate it with, though. My knots and my clothes are the only things I own."
Val's next comment earned a soft chuckle from the healer. "Great to me," he corrected himself. He could sense Valerian steering the conversation in a less serious, perhaps less touchy-feely direction. That was fine with Talian. He didn't usually lead conversations, preferring instead to let his companion guide the flow and choose the topics. Talian was dancing along his limit for intimacy as well. He rather liked the idea of it, and moments like this always filled him with a warm feeling that he thought he could get used to, but he wasn't comfortable enough with his new friends to really indulge himself in such things. A bit here and there was reward enough, though there was a small sting as well. Fiora had given him that feeling all the time. He longed for it, though he hadn't yet found something to replace it with.
His eyes flickered around his office. "I'd like to paint the walls a darker color, to be honest," he said. "I think brown." He liked the color brown. It went well with his brown hair and tawny eyes, but his reason was less poetic. He liked it because it was the color he wore while working, since it concealed blood. He wore it all the time, so he associated it with his craft, perhaps as much as purple. Purple was just too flashy. "I don't have much else to decorate it with, though. My knots and my clothes are the only things I own."
