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Gathering but a tease of the royal's flavor. A flavor that would soon course throughout the entirety of her tastebuds. Given the fact that that smooth and innocently mixed emotion ridden presence was sliding down into that cavernous maw...
There it was. The fear. But, there was something else... she couldn't exactly tell what it was. But, it made her own heart skip a beat; pouring pure 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 into her being.
“ Hmm... ”
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Their face 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 closer and closer still. Only stopping momentarily once they tapped against that tongue. The textured flesh easing itself across their visage at a slowed pace. Leaving behind a streak of that warm secretion.
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The notes wouldn't be hidden away. Tis was unnecessary in her eyes. She instead turned to face her visitor. That usual impassive look was present about the dark mage as she put down the ink spreading instrument.
“ Mm. Nothing more than possible tweaks for hexes and spells. ”
[The dancer's hairs stood on end as she heard the mage speak. She thought she was silent as a mouse, yet maybe Tharja had supernatural abilities. Or maybe she could detect her with her hex abilities.]
U-um, hello Tharja. Sorry, I was just wondering what you were writing there...
Their presence was sooo... detectable. Perhaps it was the fact that they had found some common ground when it came to a few things. Still, whatever the case, her notes for improving some hexes would cease.
“ Do you require assistance with something? ”
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With a wave of her left pointer finger, the not-so-willing subject of this idea would find themselves turning upside down. Their head now facing the dark mage. Witnessing her just lick her lips in anticipation.
“ 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥.ᐣ ”
That expression on their face. The mixture of swelling emotions... it made her skin crawl with this overwhelming fit of excitement. So much so that she'd cast the spell upon the princess without even fully realizing it. From there, another one would be used.
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@emerarrudo —, but the one Tharja decided to show off in particular made its purpose pretty clear. Her face drained of color everywhere but her rosy cheeks while she looked up at her with eyes wide and mouth wide open and trembling. It was hard to tell if the idea spooked or thrilled her..
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𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴. Both would steadily lift into the air. But only Lissa would lift up even higher than the hex maker.
“ I think... this will be interesting. Surely, a new tactic can be created from this. Mm. If it's successful. ”
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One that was used for when one had been... 𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥.
“ Y'know what? We should. In fact, I like this one. It'll do nicely for the both of us. I'm sure.. ~ ”
Teasing the princess—that had already been put in place. Why not add a little fear to the mix...?
“ Oh, this? It's nothing, really. Just tome filled with some situational spells annnnd... 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 ones, as well. Why? Do you think we should try one? ”
She was toying with the princess. Opening the book to an unorthodox protective spell.
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“ Noted.. ”
As soon as he suggested the idea of practicing the arcane, she summoned forth a tome. The lightest of smiles appearing to crack that dull visage.
“ Indeed. I practice the arts. I mainly dwell within the dark arts, though. ”
"It's a very pretty tummy! But aside from that.."
Lucas looks her get up, his amber eyes analyzing that tight fitting outfit she was sporting.
"Say.. do you practice the arcane as well?"
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All of a sudden, the hex maker took a few steps back. Hand being removed from their head, a tome replacing the empty hold. And, Tharja, was... smiling. There was sly nature to it. Something mysterious and perhaps alluring(?)
“ I shan't reveal such things. Ever.. ~ ”
Leisurely would the digits at her right hand fall upon the top of their head. The top of her torso seemingly threatening to brush up against them with the confirmation of their hidden desires.
“ Interesting. I shall keep this information... a secret, princess. ”
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@emerarrudo —pupils widened to the size of dinnerplates while her blush grew to infect her entire face!
"I-I.. ulp.. might?" She whispered, frequently looking down at her midriff and back into those dull purple eyes..
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“ Are you, perhaps, wondering what it feels like without the fabric in the way? How warm it might be? Maybe something more? ”
Digits found their way down toward that barely sheltered midriff. Gently tugging at the skin-tight veil after flowing across it.
“ Mm. Yes. The texture 𝘪𝘴 nice. ”
Another set of steps was taken once more. Now, they were... incredibly close. And she was still asleep nonchalant and dead inside as usual. But the rosy coloration at their cheeks did manage to get her to smile very slightly. For a second.
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The cleric seemingly caught onto the faint hint of teasing in her voice, as a rosy tint soon stained her cheeks. Even so, she didn't flinch—not even when Tharja closed the gap.
"Kinda! The texture of it's gotta feel real nice 'n silky smooth.."