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[an_evening_star]

The door closes.

Lately, it might be noted, that the closing of this particular door has meant privacy of a rather good and anticipated sort. The boy and the star are young and happy and wonderfully, blissfully new to this whole 'in love' thing. And it's strangely nice to be somewhere without the rest of the world to worry about - even for a while.

The door closes and, really, this time it's more of a slam.

"I'll only be gone for a bit," she simmers faintly - her usual glow more of a muted, displeased sizzling along her skin. "Could stay here - there's a lot you could do. A lot I could bloody do, Tristran! While you go off gallivanting in the middle of god-knows-where with men who are very likely inclined toward stabbing you!"

Yeah, this one might not be ending anytime soon.

It's a good thing she closed the door first.

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[an_evening_star]

Good. Hope that he was listening - as she has no express plans of saying that ever again if she can help it.

And he really ought to stop all of that smiling. Her skin is starting to turn a decidedly unnatural shade of neon. It's not particularly flattering.

She smiles back anyhow, eyes crinkled, "Need to keep the tally even, Prince Charming?"

It was a good fight while it lasted - but she won, and he's warm, and she sees no real reason to continue screaming like a holy terror. All in all, a highly successful argument, she thinks.

[tristranthorn]

For her, perhaps. It didn't end on such a successful note for Tristran. (But he'll live with it.)

"If you say so," he says amusedly, chuckling.

[an_evening_star]

Yvaine considers most things that allow her to get her way to be highly successful - and they got through this argument much more neatly than the last one, so yes. Successful.

"Of course I do," she replies neatly and her hands slide a bit lower for a moment, lips curling dangerously, before she turns - snagging one of his hands and tugging him after her.

"Forgot to give you something," she adds cheerfully, gently pushing him down to sit on the edge of the bed. "Might be helpful while you play hero."

[tristranthorn]

"Oh?" he asks, taking the seat as physically requested. His heartbeat is a little quicker, and okay, all he can think about right now is kissing her. Possibly forever, but he's willing to take the rest of the evening.

"And what, my dear, did you forget to give me?"

[an_evening_star]

The star just grins back at him for a moment, glittering faintly once more, before patting his hand and flopping down next to him.

She seats herself closer to the bedside table, leaning over to pull the drawer open and rummage through the slight mess of paper and permanent markers with a slight grumble and an eventual cheerfully victorious noise, something small concealed in her hand.

"Well," she drawls, purposefully lengthening the word. "It is not so much giving as it is returning. And certainly not stealing, mind you, since I consider it to be a reasonable sort of payment for -" she chews her lip thoughtfully for a moment. "- for emotional distress and magic-induced trauma. Or something of the sort."

Shiny and innocent, Tristran. Shiny and innocent.

[tristranthorn]

Tristran watches her carefully and curiously, eyes following her concealed hand with a slight frown.

"What exactly are you hiding?" he asks, one eyebrow raised.

[an_evening_star]

"Nothing very large," she replies, eyes bright and impish as she shifts herself closer - offering the still-closed hand out, palm facing upward and fingers curled.

Then she pulls the hand back slightly, voice lilting.

"Of course, if you do not want it ..."

[tristranthorn]

Tristran blinks, shifting so he can lay one hand over her closed one, while his other hand touches her shoulder, fingers lightly placed there.

His touch is warm, and the tingling is there, but it is all ignored in favour of his curiousity.

"Yvaine," he says, voice low.

[an_evening_star]

Her eyelids flutter for a moment at the sweeping contact - which should totally be considered as cheating, mind you - though her lips curl upward further, one side higher than the other.

"There are," she murmurs, blinking up at him - fingers opening underneath his, the object in her hand cold and solid. "Some advantages to being invisible, perhaps."

[tristranthorn]

"My father's glass snowdrop," he murmurs, eyes widening for a moment.

"How did you -"

He starts to smile, head shaking slightly, amused.

"Yvaine, you are absolutely amazing."

[an_evening_star]

She fairly beams at that - turning his palm and replacing the glass figurine and curling his fingers around it.

"If you say so," she replies, propping her chin on his shoulder. "But, mostly, I am thinking that it was just yours in the first place."

[tristranthorn]

His hand clasps the snowdrop, feeling its chillness against the warmth of his skin, and lets out a laugh.

"Thank you," he says, pulling back a bit so he can properly see the star's face.

"I really thought I'd lost it." It means a lot more to him now than it ever did - it's something to remind him of his father, and perhaps his 'past life'.

[an_evening_star]

"Well, the old bat might not have lied regarding food and lodging," she allows, his laughter warming her oddly. "But I felt that her charge was a bit excessive."

Her chin tilts regally and she shifts a bit more, closer still.

"And it did look rather fine on your lapel."

[tristranthorn]

He smiles at her then proceeds to fix it to the appropriate place it had once been kept before.

There. Quite perfect, really. Just where it belongs.

Then he takes her hands and lifting them towards his lips, places a light kiss against them both.

[an_evening_star]

"Ah," she murmurs appreciatively. "All the other thieves will be jealous of such superior treatment."

She frees one hand, easily clearing the hair from his eyes.

Solemnly, "Not that I have any plans of sharing, mind you."

[tristranthorn]

Tristran chuckles.

"Well it just so happens that I don't have any plans on being shared, either."

[an_evening_star]

"Good."

She regards him solemnly for a moment.

"I should hate to have to kill anyone unnecessarily."