He studied the First Enchanter’s hangdog expression for a moment, then turned his back on both of them – seeking space. There was only so much of that to be had between trellises and paving stones and seven foot hedge walls. At least no one had walked up on them yet.
It was bound to happen eventually. Why couldn’t this be happening somewhere secure, somewhere that he could control? Other than that making a grand appearance in such a place would have been really fucking stupid of Blaine. Tiberius hoped he wasn’t stupid – and those snipes about kittens and Marcher gardens had seemed to show some indication of wit. Yet in these matters you could never be too sure.
“This smacks of the dog thing all over again, Lyric.” He shook his head at her, faux-stern. She clearly had a solution in mind of some kind. He wished she’d just say it so he wouldn’t have to guess. Oh, well. Tiberius turned back around to address Akibrus directly and extemporized.
“Open your eyes, Enchanter. Does she see me as some kind of monster?” However this had started, Tiberius no longer felt that she was under any particular duress. Except, perhaps, in missing the child he’d only found out about a couple minutes ago.
“I clearly cannot relocate to Starkhaven – so you may have a guest room here. Figure out some polite excuse to visit: magical consultancy or some such thing.” He moved to Lyric’s side and gently tipped her chin towards him, admiring the silver dress that did not match his House colors of navy and copper in the slightest.
“This is a favor for you, Lyric, but I expect our agreement to hold paramount. There must not be any question of paternity.”
@Akibrus Blaine @Lyric Oatshield
It was bound to happen eventually. Why couldn’t this be happening somewhere secure, somewhere that he could control? Other than that making a grand appearance in such a place would have been really fucking stupid of Blaine. Tiberius hoped he wasn’t stupid – and those snipes about kittens and Marcher gardens had seemed to show some indication of wit. Yet in these matters you could never be too sure.
“This smacks of the dog thing all over again, Lyric.” He shook his head at her, faux-stern. She clearly had a solution in mind of some kind. He wished she’d just say it so he wouldn’t have to guess. Oh, well. Tiberius turned back around to address Akibrus directly and extemporized.
“Open your eyes, Enchanter. Does she see me as some kind of monster?” However this had started, Tiberius no longer felt that she was under any particular duress. Except, perhaps, in missing the child he’d only found out about a couple minutes ago.
“I clearly cannot relocate to Starkhaven – so you may have a guest room here. Figure out some polite excuse to visit: magical consultancy or some such thing.” He moved to Lyric’s side and gently tipped her chin towards him, admiring the silver dress that did not match his House colors of navy and copper in the slightest.
“This is a favor for you, Lyric, but I expect our agreement to hold paramount. There must not be any question of paternity.”
@Akibrus Blaine @Lyric Oatshield
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