“ you’d miss me too much if you did so. ”
grey irises stay fixed upon the performer’s , gently pulling him in place with the current hold. as much as he loved their verbal spars , he enjoyed these rare occasions much more.
“ is that a complaint ? i can limit my visits. ”
he wouldn’t. allowing his hand to be taken, he slips right back into the lure, heel turning so he stands between the warden’s knees. pleased hum. “ then you can read all you like. ”
“ i don’t recall sending you an invitation for today. it’s never necessary anyway , since you let yourself in whenever you please. ”
ah , push and pull. the warden finally decides to turn to fully face the other , arm extending in search for that warmth——
“ is it such a chore for you to spend time with a Guest ? why invite me at all ? ”
fine, then. the magician removes himself entirely, arms planted firmly on his hips, head turning the other way in a huff.
“ forgive me for wanting to finish my daily reading. now , do you plan on telling me what exactly it is you’re here for , or will you continue to just mope? ”
“ oh , was that what you were after? i wasn’t too sure. ” sarcasm laces every word , even as he shakes his head fondly. he follows lyney’s movement and rests the book upon the table .
“ oh, he graces my presence with recognition. how kind. ” ever dramatic. delicate digits creep down the duke’s arm, pushing at the book in an attempt to remove it from sight.
“ what could you possibly be reading, that has you fixated so ? ”
a grumble , not appreciating the other’s displeasing tactics in an attempt to draw his attention. unfortunately , wriothesley’s indulgence toward the smaller man proved to be victorious.
“ yes? you could at least use your words. ”
cat — like eyes slowly form a pointed squint, not at the pages of the book, but at the side of the warden’s face. hello … ? obviously he’s needing attention of some kind. the audacity. puffing air into the duke’s ear.
an eyebrow arches , eyes remaining on the page of the book the duke has open. he’s used to these sort of interruptions from the magician. what is it that he wants * this time , exactly?
draping arms over @boxingduke’s shoulders where he sits with a long, dramatic sigh. what could the magician possibly have to complain about at a time like this.
hm , i would do the same if i am approached . fortunately , many tend to keep their distance during official gatherings . a perk of being the head of the fortress ^^ .