OPEN RP POST SIX

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[infusion]

Heh.

[She grins as Claude ruffles her hair.]

What if I'm the one pulling you instead?

[pragnanz]

[ A snort. ]

Spare yourself the trouble. I'm quite heavy.

[ In more ways than one. Then again, Iona has superhuman strength, doesn't she? He's doomed. ]

—Iona. [ He lifts his hand, and then crooks his index finger. ]

[infusion]

Hm?

[Iona lets go of Claude, letting her hands fall to her side as she looks up at him quizzically.]

What is it?

[pragnanz]

[ There's a moment of hesitation before Claude speaks up again; he's forgotten how their universal translation system works, so he's not even sure if what he does next will have the intended effect of being unknowable to Iona.

Still, he leans in and recites, in reedy French: ]

Si je ne sais plus tout ce que j’ai vécu, c’est que tes yeux ne m’ont pas toujours vu.

[ Two lines of a poem he'd stumbled upon when he was back in Iona's world. He's no romantic (far too pragmatic for that, really), but this stuck with him.

("If I lose all inkling of everything that I’ve lived through until now,
It’s because I haven’t always been seen by you.")

One last ruffle of her hair, and Claude steps back. ]

...Well. It's back to work for me.

[infusion]

[She should have studied more French.

But she understands not through the magical filter although that helps, but hears the words for what they truly are. The witch's heart beats and there's a weight that comes with it, bittersweet and precious and it aches because of its importance.

He's important, he's precious, and this new connection they have will be bittersweet to its very core.

Her hair is ruffled, breaking her out of her reverie and she shakes her head at Claude, smiling shyly again. Iona runs her hand through her hair and lets out a chuckle of disbelief.]

Right. Work!

After lines like that, kinda makes me wish that wasn't the case...

[pragnanz]

[ It's already bittersweet, this thing that they share. Claude is already counting down, sifting the sands of a giant hourglass— usually, people say "all we have is time", but they don't have enough of it.

He gathers his things. Reaches inside his pocket to find his work gloves, to wear the impartiality he always tugs on in front of everyone body but a select few. ]

Not to worry. I'll be making good on my threats in the near future.

[ Breezily, as if he's just telling her he'll be around to have a cup of coffee. ]

Until then, you'll have to live in suspense. You're fond of that, aren't you?

[infusion]

[She acts defiantly in front of him again, crossing her arms.]

Ha! That may be the case, but that just means I'll totally be ready.

[That's up for debate, but...!!]

You better kick work in the ass. One can only live in suspense for so long!