[ he senses her before he hears the door opens, and he allows himself a small private smile to himself (typical teia, who refuses to respect a single shred of privacy because no one has told her off) before settling into his more familiar sigh, setting another vial in its place carefully as teia noses through his belongings.
he doesn't look up, not yet, but she carries with her the scent of vanilla, cinnamon, and coffee. he can almost taste it. focus. ]
How do you do, welcome in, of course you can have a tour. [ mildly, finishing his arrangement before turning to her, watching her flit about the room to her liking before settling into one spot. her hair cascades around her shoulders, framing her face. somehow even more beautiful than the last time he had seen her, lips framed into not-quite a pout as she teases him. he casts something of a long-suffering look at his luggage. ] The First Talon advised of a longer stay in Treviso than normal; I couldn't leave them behind.
[ the snakes, that is. he doesn't trust anyone else with them, and they have precise feeding schedules. also, emil bites. so, the additional luggage was necessary to bring what was needed for their care, in addition to his portable laboratory.
his eyes rove over her, once. she looked well, mostly. perhaps a bit tired. aren't they all. he slides his gloved hands into the pockets of his trousers, to avoid curling and uncurling his fingers with the urge to cup her face within his hands and kiss her. ten seconds, and she's already trapped him in her web. ]
You look... [ gods. what does he even say. ] Good.
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Date: 2025-01-08 02:02 am (UTC)he doesn't look up, not yet, but she carries with her the scent of vanilla, cinnamon, and coffee. he can almost taste it. focus. ]
How do you do, welcome in, of course you can have a tour. [ mildly, finishing his arrangement before turning to her, watching her flit about the room to her liking before settling into one spot. her hair cascades around her shoulders, framing her face. somehow even more beautiful than the last time he had seen her, lips framed into not-quite a pout as she teases him. he casts something of a long-suffering look at his luggage. ] The First Talon advised of a longer stay in Treviso than normal; I couldn't leave them behind.
[ the snakes, that is. he doesn't trust anyone else with them, and they have precise feeding schedules. also, emil bites. so, the additional luggage was necessary to bring what was needed for their care, in addition to his portable laboratory.
his eyes rove over her, once. she looked well, mostly. perhaps a bit tired. aren't they all. he slides his gloved hands into the pockets of his trousers, to avoid curling and uncurling his fingers with the urge to cup her face within his hands and kiss her. ten seconds, and she's already trapped him in her web. ]
You look... [ gods. what does he even say. ] Good.
[ nailed it. ]