IC Speed Dating Meme

[fairbrook]

IC Speed Dating Meme

Rules:
1. Post with your character by creating a "card" with your name, sex, and preferences.
2. Tag to others.
3. You supposedly only have seven minutes, but that's up to the muns how many comments. [To hell with that, let's not put a limit on how many comments]
4. Have fun.

Comments

[enthraller]

Aren't you the flatterer?

[he can be both. he can be anything he wants. king, judge, executioner, you name it.]

But you're being awfully presumptuous. However you and your "ish" might feel about it, you're still assuming that your third party is at all interesting in being a third party.

[noirant]

Call it flattery or honesty, but it's a lucky thing that I’m only interested in the interesting. You did respond, darling. Coy only suits fish.

[ puns are the world’s greatest boner killer which is why it’s probably for the best that he mostly only thinks of saralegui as a really really ridiculously good-looking
pal ]

His name is Gideon. I do think you'd like him; I’ve never known a sharper tongue upon any wizard -- intent, as you are, to topple the title.

*interested whoops

[enthraller]

[just. an arched eyebrow. he's still deciding whether you're entertaining enough for him to find that terrible punning amusing.]

I'm no wizard, though, so I can hardly challenge him for his title. And I wouldn't really want to be known as "sharp tongued" anyway -- it gives a very different sort of idea than I generally like to encourage.

i gotcha! -b

[noirant]

These things can be learned, [ he waves one gaudy hand airily, almost knocking over a very nice lil' paper centerpiece ] Particularly under present circumstance. Have you thought to ask the monarchs of it? They’ve made gifts of power to more than one annemer, and I cannot think the added measure of security — however minor — would be unwelcome. The world around us encourages its own ideas.

[ a tease of a grin. how do grins do that? that’s not nice, grin, stop calling people names and let them play four square with you. ]

How ought I to think of you, then? Dull seems implacably amiss.

[enthraller]

[he might have shot that very gold-covered hand a distasteful glance, but only briefly. pretty and feminine as he might be, one may notice that saralegui wears absolutely no jewelry. even his glasses, aside from their purple tint, are rather simple for belonging to royalty. jewelry and gemstones and all such sparkling things are, he thinks, a very shallow way of distracting the eye from one's flaws.]

Perhaps if I feel like experimenting, later. But there are so many things I'd ask for before any strange magic from this land.

[besides, it'd only be supplementary to what he can already do. and while he absolutely admires the sort of offensive magic belias can use, or yuuri's sheer destructive capabilities, he knows that such things aren't his style. subtler tactics, and making use of what others can do, that's more than enough for him. relying on any additional powers would just lessen the satisfaction of success in the end.]

I can't tell you how to think of me. But I do hope I come across well. Affably, at least.

[noirant]

[ luckily for marathine jewelers, felix is about as deep as a puddle. not that he wouldn’t argue himself restrained about it; it’s not as though he’s walking about in diamonds and splendor — both earrings and rings were gifts. the gold bullion, however, is entirely his own fault.

felix ignores the distaste. so long as someone’s looking at him, what the hell does it matter their expression? ]

Oh? Don't leave me hanging on vaguest tenterhooks; I confess I hadn’t the slightest idea what to ask last time they came about.

[ sort of a lie. he was flummoxed enough, but only for the preponderance of choices. he could get used to people catering to his every whim. well. more used. ]

You remind me of a friend, in truth; [ that’s not the truth felix ] An impression which I hope will deepen with time. It's hard to find good conversation.

[ he avoids specifying whether or not saralegui qualifies, but for once, not for any ill intent. it just doesn't occur to him that he's left that unsaid. ]