Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-15488047-20131022040716/@comment-15488047-20140117070355

Cerule noticed his friend's bronze eyes trail over the faint mars on his hand, and wondered what she thought of him. He didn't want her to think that he had done suspicious things in the past (though, to some extent, this was true...), and felt that familiar combination of annoyance and insecurity, a little at her but mostly at himself for being unable to read minds.

He quelled the feeling and scolded himself. It was his own fault, really. He'd trust Tianee to be her kind self - it was like trusting the sun to rise every morning - and he resolved to tell her about him sometime. The right time, though, would be hard to decide. While he was afraid of her reaction, he knew the girl would try her hardest to be understanding.

Weight lifted off his shoulders, decision made, Cerule made his way down the stairs and joined the Musk family for dinner, delicious scents and Tianee's warm laughter beckoning.

Bowing to Tianee's mother after giving Neil a friendly nod, he thanked her again. "Thank you again for having me over, Mrs. Musk. I'd like to help you with anything, if I can."

He wondered what kind of man Tianee's father would be. Well, he got the impression that the man would be companiable, given the warm home and the state of his wife and child, but Cerule wasn't sure how he'd react to a male friend of his daughter's staying over. He remembered that Corvus hadn't minded when he lived with Ariel, but with Tianee, it felt a little different. Speaking of Ariel, Cerule quietly made a note to take a photo of the stew and send it to her later. The angry, jealous messages he'd get in reply would be wonderful.