#//merrin-sain nightmare friendship my beloved

[enarmor]

@estiles sent:

Just like he had placed his arm around her shoulder, she now did the same with his. Merrin's intentions were much different than his but despite his behavior being un-knightly most of the time she happened to kind of like the guy. "Hello Sir Sain." A smile matched her casual approach to him, they were... knight buddies of sorts, one day they'd have a title that fit them but she didn't wish to think of it much right now. "Admiring beauties as you say it?"

She too liked women, not in the same intensity as him—thank to the Divine One she didn't—but she too could enjoy their beauty. "Though if it's like the time you tried flirting with me, i can assume you're not getting further than that." One had to be bold to even try doing that, specially to someone you barely knew, but there was some sort of cool to the confidence it took—but truly, only the confidence was impressive in all this.

“Oh? If it isn’t my adorable coworker!” 

Sain is receptive to the arm slung around his shoulder, giving Merrin’s hand a quick squeeze to signal that he appreciates her presence. Lightning dances from his arm to hers when he does, igniting a spark inside the elemental-made catalyst and stoking a flame on her vine necklace. Their pact is sealed, their bond forged in thunder. What follows is a laugh as light as it is friendly. She’s an interesting one, that Merrin.

“On the contrary, I’ve been plenty lucky scoring a few dates. One decadent beauty sought me out because she found me alone, and another wanted to hold hands and create miracles!” The idea that any attention is good attention twists Sain’s stories into being more than what they truly are. The intentions of both women in reference are each a far cry from what he’s implying, but a man can dream—and he can certainly lie to make himself look good. He turns a teasing smirk to the she-knight, noting a distinct lack of women by her side.

“And what of you, dear? Seeing as how you’ve decided to speak with me, you must be pretty lonely… Ah, don’t tell me: you wish to be mentored.” The innocence in his smile returns, and Sain claps his hands together. One could call him a hare by how fast he jumps to conclusions. “I’m an expert in the field of wooing women, as you might have guessed.” 

Stopping to survey the rest of the ball, Sain looks for a potential practice partner to throw Merrin at. “Hmm… There!” His finger shoots out in front of him, pointing to a woman clad in an orange dress. “Ahh, the way her hair flows… How radiant! Try gracing her ears with the following: ‘My beloved, the stars in your eyes have charted my course to you. Take my hand, and no longer shall we be lost from one another.’” 

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