Cha0s Gaming - Fae Garden

*just checking on her garden*

{Enters Victus, come to sit in the garden; so the fragrances sink into his hair and clothes.}

Oh hi Vic! What's up?

Hm? Oh! Sorry, didn’t see you there. {He walks over and sits down next to her.} Fernessa, right?

You know me. We talked. You went to the wedding? You were there for Rilith and Nazmir, but still.

Yes well— {He adjusts his silk shirt.} You weren’t the only bride, now we’re you? Ambitious man, your husband.

A man could barely handle two. He's a God. He's got nearly 30

{He makes a flabbergasted expression.} Dear gods— thirty?!

Yes, thirty. But why are you burning?

{About to say something, he looks at the smoke rolling off himself. And then he remembers—} **FUCK! I FORGOT ABOUT THE SUN!!!** {He then bolts off and dives back inside the Guild Hall.}

22:01

{He checks his clothing immediately after catching his breath.} Damn it… this was such a nice shirt…

22:01

{He also winces at his burns.}

You know you don't have to prove to me that much that you're hot

{His head snaps to look at Elios. Embarrassed, he scrambles to his feet.} Yes… well… {What’s this? Is the witty Victus at a loss for words?}

22:04

This is even more reason to just sleep during the day… {He facepalms and again winces after touching a burn.}

What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?

....*wildshapes into cat for the joke*

{He gives Fernessa the stink eye.} More like a God’s got my tongue…

22:06

Which I must say— {He’s finally recovered.} It’d be nice to have it *in* you, as opposed to it just being captured.

{Walking by, Marc catches wind of the scent of burnt flesh.} Sm’body grillin’?

*changes back*

Then ask nicely. You need to try harder than that, Darling.

Wasn’t asking. *I* wouldn’t even accept me in this… gnarled state. {He gestures to his sunburns.}

Oh, wut happened t’ya’s?

Sunlight.

Oh…

Your loss. *starts to walk away*

{Marc watches him leave.} Who was dat purdy man?

{Calling out to Elios.} I might try again later, though! {Then he turns to Marc.} That’s Elios, my best-friend’s-sister’s-son.

He got’s some nice hair… {Rubs his own hair.}

I won't wait around for you. Take it when it's offered, or miss out

{Vic makes a slight face.} Ah… I better decline then. Sorry, but I’m not having sex with fresh wounds. {He delicately crosses his arms.} No telling what sort of diabolical riff raff could get in them.

Perhaps another time then. *leaves*

Unfortunately so… {He rolls his eyes in frustration at his own forgetfulness.}

You’s should prolly take a trip t’da baffhouse. {He says a matter-of-factly.} C’mon, I’ll go wit ya’s.

Right. {He follows awkwardly behind the Orc.}