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[namo]

Námo sits in a chair near the fire, staring into it, brooding.

He's gotten good at the brooding.

Why yes, it is an imaginative entrance post.

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[namo]

He sees the change in Lee's demeanour when the definition of the word is given. "Would you not like for me to call you melda? I did not mean to assume..."

But he pauses, looking toward the fire, mulling over the sound of 'cher'.

"A lovely word, though I will not try to repeat it. I know I pronounce your name incorrectly, and I hope you do not mind."

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"No--no, I--" His laugh is nervous. "I didn't mean to sound like I didn't want you to. Not at all." He looks up, eyes sincere.

"I love the way you pronounce my name, actually," he confesses. "Your accent...it's beautiful."

[namo]

He hopes the shadows of the firelight hide the light flush of his cheeks.

"I am glad you do," he says quietly, continuing to stare at the hearth.

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Lee focuses his attention on the upholstery of the armrest.

"Yeah, well..."

[namo]

"Thank you," he says as he reaches out a hand to run his fingers through the man's hair.

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"It's true." He turns so that his lips brush lightly against Namo's hand and leans into the touch, closing his eyes.

"That feels nice."

[namo]

He continues to stroke through Lee's hair, staring down at him with a soft smile. "This is pleasant. Very enjoyable. I am glad you found me this evening."