[The chilled lips at his brow is a nice touch, and Lysunder smiles, dipping his head in a little near Darkleer's chest, pulling in a deep breath and opening his wings, blanketing them around the floor near where they sit.]
And you're just as much of a fool for that. [Though- he's smiling, a hand clinging to Darkleer's idle one.]
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And you're just as much of a fool for that. [Though- he's smiling, a hand clinging to Darkleer's idle one.]