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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

There was a slightly violet deity by the fireplace, wearing a warm and brightly purple sweater, drinking a hot beverage almost totally but not quite entirely unlike chocolate from a violet mug, and reading a supernatural detective novel the cover of which was black and lurid purple.

Shortly before Christmas, Asar-Suti remembered last year and went for creature comforts.

[[OOC: Plot-locked to Námo and/or Nerdanel, and Gil. Say sorry!]]

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Asar-Suti sighed. "To be quite honest, had he done anything of that sort, I'd have had problems telling him no. My closest followers and I have always been - special. Inferring things after Strahan and applying that to Lochiel without asking was what brought all that unhappiness about. Strahan was - Strahan was breath-taking, sneaky, stylish, lovely, extraordinary, dedicated and devoted, back home. He would spend hours on end by my Gate, letting my flames touch him, crawl all over his skin. We were very close; but here, he's been moving slowly away from me, and I know I have to let him. As anybody, he grows beyond what he used to be. Like me, he's without a purpose here, and he has to make his own. It takes time, though - of course, he is Strahan."

Asar-Suti shrugged. "And I don't think he would say anything about 'half-human kitchen hand' - unlike Lochiel, Strahan never needed to be high-handed, standoffish, or condescending. He just is what he is, with dedication and abandon as always. I just wanted you to warn about the maned wolf."

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, Soots," Gil says. "Don't worry, I won't hurt him."

Gil's come a hell of a long way since Ember's wolf chased him into a broom cupboard.

He sighs and picks up the jug and slurps a little of the quasi-chocolate from it. He can't give it away today.

Pine flavoured chocolate isn't catching on like he hoped it might, bearing in mind the season.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti looked at Gil as if he suddenly remebered something important.

"Did I tell you that I love you?" he said, with a little smile. "Cause I do. Because you're you. No other reason needed."

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil looks at him, quasi-chocolate moustache gleaming wetly, eyes soft and even darker brown. he doesn't say anything but puts the jug down and leans across to kiss Sooty deeply.

Mmmmmmmm - pine-flavoured-chocolate-flavoured deity!

What could be better?

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Pine-flavoured-chocolate-flavoured faun, perhaps?

At least for Asar-Suti, who ardently kissed him back.