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 Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 12:52 am
There was a very faint self-consciousness about him now that hadn't been there before, brought on by the admission, spoken and silent, of worry, and how deeply in he allowed it sometimes. Worries for daughters on adventures, for goddesses who evaded all his efforts to care for them, for his newfound follower who might go the same way as the last mortal who had placed themselves in his service. For all his confidence, which was real and true enough, he was ultimately ruled by emotion despite himself. He was glad it was not another god seeing this.
I am patron and patron god all at once, am I? he murmurred, tilting his head without resistance.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 1:03 am
His smile widened, but he didn't say anything in return just yet. He pressed his lips to Rio's softly. A little offering, but he would be happy to provide more if Love wished. Even Namaah had desires, Desiderio. He murmured this against the other's lips, blue-grey eyes looking down into his. Léonce was no Balm trained adept, but he would do what he could for Rio.
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