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[true_desire]

There's an Endless in the bar.
It's shocking.
Desire. In the bar. Who would have guessed?
... Well. Perhaps anyone even vaguely familiar with this particular Endless, but that's neither here nor there.

Desire seems to be without intent this evening, just staying at the usual table, smoking the usual cigarette, and a simple glass of champagne in hand.

An undirected Desire is a bored Desire.
Bad news for anyone who wasn't looking to become Desire's evening entertainment...






[OOC: I've had to slowtime because I'm out of practice -- I'll get back to this!]

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[gonna_live]

Kaylee's expression is very interesting.

It shifts from surprise, to hesitancy, to something almost sheepish -- but it's never not a smile.

Very quiet (and not, if you might be listening for such things, entirely steady), she says, "That feels nice."

[true_desire]

"Well, I hope you'd tell me if it hurt," Desire returns, his tone airy as the grin. "It's certainly intended to be nice."

Those fever-warm fingers keep at their work, circling, circling.

...It isn't subtle, say true, but neither is it strictly overt.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee certainly isn't going to complain.

Her eyes are on their hands, watching; in the same tone, she asks, "How come your hands are so warm?"

[true_desire]

Desire's lips purse, hands pausing a moment to brush fingertips over her upturned palm.
Cold hands, warm heart.
"They just are -- Warm hands, and all that."
Warm hands, cold --
Desire is always undeniably warm.
"Is it a problem?"

[gonna_live]

She can't stop herself from taking a sudden, sharp breath. "No." Kaylee shakes her head. "Just -- wasn't expectin' that."

[true_desire]

Desire laughs quietly: Whether it sounds cruel or kind entirely depends on where Kaylee's interpretation sits, what with those wicked hot fingers picking up their work again.

"And what were you expecting?"

[gonna_live]

Kaylee doesn't necessarily expect kindness out of Desire. More like pleasure.

It makes Desire's laughter kind.

"Whatever number it is that most humans got for normal body temperature." Her eyes flick up to Desire's face; she's got a tiny smile.

[true_desire]

"Tch. There's your problem right there." Desire's grin is as kind as his laugh, and those too-warm fingers move in a spider-like tickle up the inside of her wrist.

"What I am is all in the eye of the beholder, mĕilì."

[gonna_live]

Her mouth opens slightly -- and then she bites her lower lip. A little uncertain, and a little unsteady: "So you're just tellin' me I'm pretty because that's what I think you think I want to hear?"

[true_desire]

"Oh, no. You're very pretty, Kaylee -- I'm the one that's subject to change."

The tickling stops as abruptly as it started, both Desire's hands resting on the table and cushioning hers.

"I may be a lot of things, but an outrageous liar isn't one of them."

[gonna_live]

She relaxes visibly -- though not consciously -- and gives Desire a grin.

With warmth, of course.

"Good to hear," Kaylee says, also with warmth. "Kinda confidence-inspiring, you know?"

Something else that isn't consciously done: she turns her hand over, clasping one of his.

It's a friendly gesture.