Rainbow. (Second Life).
"I am sorry."
Belial Siraei had eyes that were drowned in shadows. Brows knitted like an overtight stitch. A stormcloud that brewed in the dark onyx eyes that hid behind soft lashes. The kettle was set on to boil but he didn't rest. A teacup pulled from the little collection. A strainer of loose tea filled with a scoop. No sugar or honey. Just tea, and a little pitcher of creamer beside it. Dark nailed hands seemed awfully busy; collecting them himself a scone. Plain butter, and spreading it with a thick layer of jam. Both sides. Then a generous dollop of cream. Under his breath he spoke quietly to himself in a tongue that was not English. Belial lifted his eyes; locking his gaze directly on the soft eyes of Lysandra, where they remained as the kettle began to whistle.
Lysandra Jane Prescott quietly, without a single move and almost afraid to breathe, she watched. Just watched. The way he prepared himself a snack, the way he made his tea, the way he was constantly muttering to himself... it almost felt like watching a film, as if she had the gift of invisibility and she could just watch people being completely natural, like they always were without extra pairs of eyes watching their every move.
Belial Siraei didn't speak. His eyes watched her, for a long moment before he turned back to pull the whistling kettle from the heat. Silence didn't hang though; as he began to prepare a second cup. Just as before, tea in, and then, water. A soft slosh came as both cups were filled and added with creamer, before the boy set a tray down to carry them, and the little plate of treats. He, at the last moment, added another few things; a cookie, and what he assumed was a fruit danish. With his wand, a non-verbal cast was set on the tray, of which was guided gently downward toward her and then settled beside her with a little thud. Still unspoken, Belial's long legs curled up into a pretzel beside her, his knee gently brushing against her before a big hand reached around to rest on her opposite arm, and then, try and pull her in with a flop against him. "I am sorry."
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Lysandra and Belial are Roleplay characters at Second Life's Mischief Managed, a Harry Potter inspired RP sim.
"I am sorry."
Belial Siraei had eyes that were drowned in shadows. Brows knitted like an overtight stitch. A stormcloud that brewed in the dark onyx eyes that hid behind soft lashes. The kettle was set on to boil but he didn't rest. A teacup pulled from the little collection. A strainer of loose tea filled with a scoop. No sugar or honey. Just tea, and a little pitcher of creamer beside it. Dark nailed hands seemed awfully busy; collecting them himself a scone. Plain butter, and spreading it with a thick layer of jam. Both sides. Then a generous dollop of cream. Under his breath he spoke quietly to himself in a tongue that was not English. Belial lifted his eyes; locking his gaze directly on the soft eyes of Lysandra, where they remained as the kettle began to whistle.
Lysandra Jane Prescott quietly, without a single move and almost afraid to breathe, she watched. Just watched. The way he prepared himself a snack, the way he made his tea, the way he was constantly muttering to himself... it almost felt like watching a film, as if she had the gift of invisibility and she could just watch people being completely natural, like they always were without extra pairs of eyes watching their every move.
Belial Siraei didn't speak. His eyes watched her, for a long moment before he turned back to pull the whistling kettle from the heat. Silence didn't hang though; as he began to prepare a second cup. Just as before, tea in, and then, water. A soft slosh came as both cups were filled and added with creamer, before the boy set a tray down to carry them, and the little plate of treats. He, at the last moment, added another few things; a cookie, and what he assumed was a fruit danish. With his wand, a non-verbal cast was set on the tray, of which was guided gently downward toward her and then settled beside her with a little thud. Still unspoken, Belial's long legs curled up into a pretzel beside her, his knee gently brushing against her before a big hand reached around to rest on her opposite arm, and then, try and pull her in with a flop against him. "I am sorry."
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Lysandra and Belial are Roleplay characters at Second Life's Mischief Managed, a Harry Potter inspired RP sim.