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[wythersake]

WHO: Isaac + Lexie, Leander
WHAT: Threads 4 the month
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: just hmu on plurk if you want a starter

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[wythersake]

"As they ought." His voice lilts clownish, self-aware: "Daresay I could pin a flighty thing."

It's not cheap stitching (his shoulder, the sleeve); it clearly isn't new. Dark to hide stains, thick to hide a shiver — to allow his attention to track that line of contact with more languid affect. But if that's the game they're playing,

Isaac leans back. Blithely, disentangled:

"Of course, it's never moths by daylight."

[sarcophage]

In the arcane language of eyebrows: You could, eh? Leander turns in his seat, hooks his elbow over the back of the bench and laces his fingers together between the two of them. Thusly prepared, he lifts his chin just so, doesn't quite look down his (slightly crooked) nose.

"What, then? If not a moth. Tell me."

Go on. Tell him what he is.