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*Polly wanders over and plops down on the floor in fron to the couches, she just watches him, He looks busy.*

He continues to fiddle about, swirling his fingers around. Finally, after a moment, a red and black fire begins to appear from his finger, trailing in a line as if ink from a pen. He draws the complex symbol...and grins into the book. He goes to look at something...and notices her.

Oh.

Oh shit.

"Polly?"

Uh huh.

*she is a little impressed and in awe watching him*

Go on and do what you're doing, I was just watching.

*she smiles*

He blinks...and then he does as she said. He can't really remember what happened with her, but he remembers a very large chunk of him acting like an absolute idiot with her and he has a feeling he knows where that lead and he's rather scared to find out if he's right.

So he continues to write runes in the air. After a single failed attempt that almost burns his hand, he snarls lightly and weaves a small levitation spell around the book so that he can attempt it with both hands. This proves a little better...and he unravels it before finishing since he knew it would work as it was.

[ooc: did they sleep together?]

*she just watches she is mesmerized, completely*

[ooc: I assumed they had.]

[ooc: good. I did too. ^_^]

He blinks down at her.

"Yes?"

*she frowns*

What, I was just watching?
You don't want me to watch?
Fine, I'll leave.

*she is a little snappy*

He blinks at her.

"What are you so snappy about, woman? I was just wondering. It's not as if this is particularly interesting. Swirl of the hand and a little bit of fireworks. Nothing special."

He rolls his eyes and shrugs, looking back to his books.

"If you're in a mood, you certainly can leave. Otherwise..."

Yeah, but I was enjoying watching it. Not in a mood. I'm sorry for snapping.

I know, you're a bitter mean person, I know that, I get that. and I know, what I saw the other day was not typical. But, I still like you. So, you'll just have to deal with it.

*she grins*

He stills.

So she knows he wasn't...wasn't himself.

And she still likes him?

Something...something inside of him sort of blinks, a strange confusion in him. That sensation, the love he'd had for her was as artificial as Sharee's desire for him when he'd had the ring, as artificial as his immortality with the Eye or his safety in the village at Chinpan.

But she knew he was a bitter son of a whore and she was still looking at him like that?

He blinks.

"Oh. I see."

He turns back to the book and continues to work, face just the tiniest bit flushed.

Thought you should know.

*she watches him*

I can leave if you'd like, I just needed to tell you.

*she smiles again*

"You're rather confusing."

His head is still in the book, held so that she can't see his face.

"I have explained previously that I'm a bitter and hateful son of a whore that would just as soon stab you in the back as smile at you as long as it meant that I got to live another day, no?"

Yep, I think you have made that very clear. and if you had known some of the men I have been involved with, you would understand why I'm not really that concerned. you can't really stab me here and the truth is I am just as loathesome in my own way.