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[forgingfires]

"You have contacted the great Red Son. Keep your message brief and to the point if you want a reply within twenty-four hours."

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[forgingfires]

"Unfortunately I had to rely on a wish to make the space, there was no way to hide making it otherwise," he said, scanning the room, to make sure he didn't miss anything. "And the linens I had to buy." He's not the best at sewing, but he has high standards for what he buys.

"But the rest I was able to make myself." He turned to look at her. "This way you can still feel like you're in nature when it's cold."

[wildwarden]

Red Son could have dumped her in the room with a chair and the shittiest bed ever and she still would have been awed by the fact that he did it all for her. That he made everything else inside it made her want to sob. But she swallowed the feeling back.

"It's amazing. You're amazing." She said, reaching a hand out for him. "Come here and let me thank you properly." If and when he did grab her hand though, Night Sky would shift her weight quickly, leg hooking around his to press into him and turn them both so she could pin him to the bed.

[forgingfires]

Red Son would NEVER. If he wasn't half treating her like a princess with his gifts, he would have to judge the hell out of himself. There's no point in giving gifts if there isn't SOME effort in making sure its quality.

He does blush at the compliment, but he looks quite pleased at the reaction. Moving over to take her hand.

And then yelp as he's tugged and pushed to the bed. And the minor blush was now a very stark and vibrant blush as he looked up at her. "Oh. This kind of thank you."

Several candles have also lit up around the room, placed in safe places for them to burn, and where the air flow would keep the smoke from building.

Because he was very aware this kind of thank you was probably in the cards and he was prepared.

[wildwarden]

Night Sky should not have found as much joy as she did in having Red Son yelp when she grabbed him. But she was practically giddy with delight that he did so.

"Unless you don't want this kind of thank you, of course." She assumed his reaction would not have been so calm otherwise though. She leaned down to kiss his forehead, fingertips loosening around his wrists so slowly forming vines could coil around them instead - fitting like bracelets for now, and not yet connecting, on the chance he truly did not wish for this to continue. She sat, straddling his hips.

[forgingfires]

He feels the vines wrapping around his wrists, the candlelight flaring up. He looked up at the vines and looked back to Night Sky. "I....I don't mind this kind of thank you," he said, face a vibrant red. He glanced up at the vines and to her again, swallowing. "I may have to burn them away suddenly." A warning. In case he does have to. But he's not doing it now.

[wildwarden]

"Did we ever come up with a safe word? Something we need to shout in case we want the other person to stop. I usually go with cinnamon." She said, very gingerly easing his wrists closer together. "Burn away, too, whatever you need to do, love."