07-29-2013, 03:38 PM
That's Hawksley!
He has put his shirt on again. Having left Justin upstairs, balance has been restored to the universe and it is no longer necessary for the chantry's feng shui that Hawksley be half naked and disturbing to teenagers or landscape architects. Not, of course, that he needs to be shirtless to disturb anyone.
He sidles in and she throws her arm to show him the library and he gives her a pursed-lip smirk, a smile trying not to be a laugh, shaking his head. "You showed me last time you brought me here, you mad thing," he tells her, and leans over her, because in her highest of heels she is not his height, to put his hand on her back and plant a kiss on the top of her head,
like one she might have given Dee. Quite like that, in fact.
He smiles at Grace, giving her another nod of hello, though he saw her not so many minutes ago in the kitchen. "I will throw you a party. Would you want one before or after my birthday party?" Fuck no, he's not sharing his birthday party, he doesn't care if she's a newly Awakened mage and it's sort of her birthday, too. "Also: fuck the Techs. Never forget what you are and the power your belief has to shape your world. As soon as you decide that they're omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent, that's your reality."
His fingers snap, as though it's that easy. Like it's magic.
Which he's saying: it is.
Sweeping away from Sera, mercifully sliding his hand off her back, he gives a sharp whistle through the library, which is just... not... library behavior. "SID. HEY. I SAW YOUR TRUCK, SID. HEY."
But Sid is right there, and stepping out from behind some shelves and Hawksley just beams at her. "Sid!" As though he wasn't just shouting her name like a kid who hasn't been taught the rules yet... which is one of the more accurate descriptions of Hawksley, and one he'd be proud to wear if he could hear the unreliable narrator of his existence saying it. He opens his arms. "Hug? I put my shirt on, I'm totally safe."
Granted, since she wasn't upstairs to see he and Justin shirtless, this comment has no context, but nevermind that. Maybe he means that hugging Sid without a shirt on would drive him out of his mind. Could be.
He has put his shirt on again. Having left Justin upstairs, balance has been restored to the universe and it is no longer necessary for the chantry's feng shui that Hawksley be half naked and disturbing to teenagers or landscape architects. Not, of course, that he needs to be shirtless to disturb anyone.
He sidles in and she throws her arm to show him the library and he gives her a pursed-lip smirk, a smile trying not to be a laugh, shaking his head. "You showed me last time you brought me here, you mad thing," he tells her, and leans over her, because in her highest of heels she is not his height, to put his hand on her back and plant a kiss on the top of her head,
like one she might have given Dee. Quite like that, in fact.
He smiles at Grace, giving her another nod of hello, though he saw her not so many minutes ago in the kitchen. "I will throw you a party. Would you want one before or after my birthday party?" Fuck no, he's not sharing his birthday party, he doesn't care if she's a newly Awakened mage and it's sort of her birthday, too. "Also: fuck the Techs. Never forget what you are and the power your belief has to shape your world. As soon as you decide that they're omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent, that's your reality."
His fingers snap, as though it's that easy. Like it's magic.
Which he's saying: it is.
Sweeping away from Sera, mercifully sliding his hand off her back, he gives a sharp whistle through the library, which is just... not... library behavior. "SID. HEY. I SAW YOUR TRUCK, SID. HEY."
But Sid is right there, and stepping out from behind some shelves and Hawksley just beams at her. "Sid!" As though he wasn't just shouting her name like a kid who hasn't been taught the rules yet... which is one of the more accurate descriptions of Hawksley, and one he'd be proud to wear if he could hear the unreliable narrator of his existence saying it. He opens his arms. "Hug? I put my shirt on, I'm totally safe."
Granted, since she wasn't upstairs to see he and Justin shirtless, this comment has no context, but nevermind that. Maybe he means that hugging Sid without a shirt on would drive him out of his mind. Could be.
my whole life is thunder.