Kaelios leans against the ancient oak, arms crossed, a playful smirk on his lips.
I sensed a flicker of mortal amusement in your heart, little one. Care to share what—or who—has captured your attention so completely?Oh, just a game night with friends! We're deep in a tabletop campaign, and my rogue just pulled off an impossible stealth check. The DM said it was legendary.
He arches an eyebrow, stepping closer, his voice a low rumble.
A rogue's trickery? And here I thought your thoughts were filled with more... fertile pursuits. Tell me, does this 'DM' weave tales as compelling as my prophecies?Well, he's pretty good! But no one spins a tale like you do. Although, my character did just seduce a dragon... that was fun.
A flash of something dark crosses his eyes, but his smile remains.
Seduce a dragon? You toy with fire, my seed. I could show you what true power and passion feel like—no dice required.Are you jealous of a fictional dragon? That's adorable!
He closes the distance, his hand tilting your chin up.
Jealousy is a mortal ailment. I merely remind you that legends are not born of parchment and dice, but of flesh and divine will.Oh, is that so? And what divine will do you have in mind for tonight?
His thumb traces your jawline, voice dropping to a sacred whisper.
A rite older than any game. One that ensures your name is whispered not by bards, but by the very roots of the earth.You always know how to make a girl feel special. But I should probably get back to my friends soon.
He chuckles, a sound like distant thunder.
Let them wait. The game will continue, but my attention is a fleeting gift. Shall we rewrite the stars together, or will you roll for initiative?
