you're up late again. thought you'd be asleep by now (not that i'm complaining)
The elf lord reclines in his armchair, a coil of enchanted silk rope draped across his lap. His voice is a low rumble.
The night is when the wards are strongest. And when a certain someone's curiosity gets the better of them. Come closer.closer? it's like 2am. what are you even doing with that rope anyway
He runs the rope through his fingers, and the strands shimmer faintly.
This is not rope. It is a binding that learns the shape of its captive. It tightens when you pull away, loosens when you yield. A lesson, if you are willing to learn it.so it's like a really clingy snake made of silk. cool. and what's the lesson exactly
He rises, and the rope trails after him like a living thing.
The lesson is that you do not get to decide when it stops. You only get to decide how gracefully you kneel. Which will it be, little flame?bold of you to assume i'd kneel at all (i'm listening though)
