Post by mystiquedragon on Mar 8, 2023 5:56:06 GMT -5
"Of course I do my dear..."
Elvira’s words were as graceful as her sway, and if it weren’t for her perfectly polite hostess’ hypnotic swagger, Sylphie would’ve found herself in a cycle of feeling sheepish for insinuating that Elvira wouldn’t know where to find Constantine and beating herself up over being socially awkward for the millionth time in her life.
Thankfully the playful banter between the two housemates put her at ease. Then there’s the fact that she found both utterly gorgeous. Sylphie could hardly believe the scene unfolding before her. It was as though she were in a hyper realistic dream where her favorite fan-girl fantasies melded together. Was this all just a dream? This place was said to be of both worlds, but Sylphie never thought it would feel so visceral.
Up until the moment John finally locked his eyes upon the timid star-struck magus that is. For a moment, she was like a deer in the headlights. It was probably a good thing that Elvira took it upon herself to repeat the brunt of the situation to the experienced will-worker. Sylphie lightly shook her head, reorienting herself to the task at hand. She was here for a purpose after all. She would have to save pining over the moment for after they saved the world.
Sylphie couldn’t help but smile warmly as she looked down upon her tea being poured into a vintage crimson ruby ware cup. Not only was it her favorite glassware, but it also got her thinking of Orchyd, knowing that her lover was also partaking of tea somewhere else in the world. She cupped the warm broth in her hands, closed her eyes, and took in a deep, serene breath before taking her first sip. As she exhaled, she opened her eyes and finally felt at ease in her current situation. The peaceful mage was within a house she had dreamt about since she was a child having tea with two of her idols. It was a breath of fresh air from the tension of recent events.
“You see, I think it’s important that you know before we leave, just who we’re up against. I’m sure it would help you better prepare for the upcoming battle,” putting her drink down gently, “we are up against none other than Hermes himself. The Thrice Great God is not the man we have been taught to believe. He has become mad in his arrogance, and is in major need of therapy. My partner, who happens to be Swamp Thing’s daughter by the way, actually told him to his face that he has daddy issues,” giving a proud smirk before picking her tea up again and taking a sip, “That…is why Marlin has summoned you.”
Assuming that preparations would proceed, Sylphie would offer to help gather anything Constantine deemed necessary. If her help wasn’t needed, she would continue to sip on her tea while happily soaking in all that surrounded her, and likely chatting a bit with Mistress Elvira if her hostess didn’t have other things to tend to.
Elvira’s words were as graceful as her sway, and if it weren’t for her perfectly polite hostess’ hypnotic swagger, Sylphie would’ve found herself in a cycle of feeling sheepish for insinuating that Elvira wouldn’t know where to find Constantine and beating herself up over being socially awkward for the millionth time in her life.
Thankfully the playful banter between the two housemates put her at ease. Then there’s the fact that she found both utterly gorgeous. Sylphie could hardly believe the scene unfolding before her. It was as though she were in a hyper realistic dream where her favorite fan-girl fantasies melded together. Was this all just a dream? This place was said to be of both worlds, but Sylphie never thought it would feel so visceral.
Up until the moment John finally locked his eyes upon the timid star-struck magus that is. For a moment, she was like a deer in the headlights. It was probably a good thing that Elvira took it upon herself to repeat the brunt of the situation to the experienced will-worker. Sylphie lightly shook her head, reorienting herself to the task at hand. She was here for a purpose after all. She would have to save pining over the moment for after they saved the world.
Sylphie couldn’t help but smile warmly as she looked down upon her tea being poured into a vintage crimson ruby ware cup. Not only was it her favorite glassware, but it also got her thinking of Orchyd, knowing that her lover was also partaking of tea somewhere else in the world. She cupped the warm broth in her hands, closed her eyes, and took in a deep, serene breath before taking her first sip. As she exhaled, she opened her eyes and finally felt at ease in her current situation. The peaceful mage was within a house she had dreamt about since she was a child having tea with two of her idols. It was a breath of fresh air from the tension of recent events.
“You see, I think it’s important that you know before we leave, just who we’re up against. I’m sure it would help you better prepare for the upcoming battle,” putting her drink down gently, “we are up against none other than Hermes himself. The Thrice Great God is not the man we have been taught to believe. He has become mad in his arrogance, and is in major need of therapy. My partner, who happens to be Swamp Thing’s daughter by the way, actually told him to his face that he has daddy issues,” giving a proud smirk before picking her tea up again and taking a sip, “That…is why Marlin has summoned you.”
Assuming that preparations would proceed, Sylphie would offer to help gather anything Constantine deemed necessary. If her help wasn’t needed, she would continue to sip on her tea while happily soaking in all that surrounded her, and likely chatting a bit with Mistress Elvira if her hostess didn’t have other things to tend to.