#miriel tag tbt

[incendiums]

[Gregor, Sellsword]

"Aiish. You need be careful!" He had a winter's bite to him, finding it... close. Too close. She had nearly been flung out open window with her whozimwhats and whatzamacallits. Her boom things. And now he was here, eyebrows deeply seated in concern. Weird it was. To be the one doing the nagging and all. "Gregor hates to see pretty lady bleeding. Imagine my surprise, when I caught you—small like little bird. If I was not there, what then?" His teeth grit uncomfortably, tasting of ginger and ale. His tight jaw slacked a little upon her reassurance, though.

"Gregor will do with the worrying. But maybe not too much. Just enough." He took a gentle hand to dust off her shoulder. No more than that. Pinched her poofy shoulders so they stood up, too. "Ha...! There. You look like mushroom again."

Perching his chin between his thumb and index, he let out a deep, low hum. One could say it was wise. Others could say he knew very little. But even so, he was a curious, curious fellow.

"Now tell Gregor what good idea you have. You seem so cloud-minded about it-- that it is distracting. It must be very good idea."

@meticulous-mage

[incendiums]

[Gregor, Sellsword]

"Ahh. And that is so." A deep nod, an unflinching resolve. Natural enough. It made certainly no difference to him to change his tongue. они (they) much suited, he thought. He eased away from them, sure as a lantern that even the lightest of his touch burned. That he was the one to do the burning was no good. Gregor must keep his brain sharp, lest he become a heavy load to his wartime companion. "Clarification ever wonderful, Miriel."

"My deepest apologies."

Two thumps against his chest. "You are, ah. Edify. That's the word. You edify. I am merely benefiting from it." He mouthed the complex syllables through ivory teeth, remembering to chew before he swallowed. He learned from Miriel rather slowly, though much of what they said floated over his head and over the moon. Hmmm. Perhaps he had done enough for today. The moon and the stars, they could wait.

"A lovely friend is lovely. No doubt. It sound to Gregor that you know to be careful for next time." He grinned quite easily, thumbing out his words like a well-loved letter. Folding his arms over his chest, he dog-eared the conversation for later. "Is Gregor interfering with your work? He will leave Miriel be, if so." Better to ask than making with the assumptions.

"Ha ha!! Gregor is not one to strong-hand conversation. Overstaying guests pay extra at inns!"

@incendiums continued from here

To be defenestrated by their own experiments — how tedious. To be defenestrated by their own experiments, and then caught by someone who wouldn’t hold his tongue concerning his worries — how time consuming. But, Gregor did have a point, no matter how much Miriel was loath to admit it — no matter how much it discomforted them, this interruption. Sighing, the redhead pulled away from the mercenary’s touch, already overwhelmed enough without unwanted physical contact — friend or otherwise. “Loath as I am to do so, I must credit you with veracity.

“I am no use to anyone — least of all myself — if my own experiments and research injures me.” That being said, however… “But I must correct you, however, based upon an assumption you continue to make — and that I am made quite uncomfortable by.” The scientist didn’t try to force themself make eye contact, knowing that doing so would make the situation worse, but they did set their gaze just to the right of his; as they did so, they reached up to adjust their glasses. “I am not a woman, Gregor, and I would appreciate if you did not address me as such.”

Brusque, but they wouldn’t stand for it.