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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]

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."