[ He imagines the fingertips against his wrist scrolling runes, some archaic form of magic or curse that sinks beneath the flesh to carry out its command. A spell of heat, perhaps, or something like mild lightning, the force of which is at once tenderly comforting and teasingly electric.

Glancing down from the leaflets of paper gathered gingerly within his grasp, Lavi tilts an inquisitive brow once more at the rush of words, his amusement mildly restrained behind a half-curved smile. Yu seems to realize the break of ordinarily taciturn character without any prompting on his part, switching gears nary a segue or pause.

(He's not wrong, though. By comparison to the RAC, his clan's doctrines are twice as severe and infringing on his day to day life. But it is not, in his opinion, a detriment for all that it requires sacrifice.

It's a gift to him. In spite of all its blood and broken attachments, it offers him near unfettered access to the universe--he need only give up his own place within it to walk through the stars at will.)

Humming lightly, he considers the papers. Written in his usual cipher, their text is as plain as day and yet as hidden as shadows within nightfall--he could just as well lie and Yu would be none the wiser.

It's worked for the last three years, why stop now? ]

Land blessing ceremonies on Qresh. You sure you don't want the maid instead? A lot more entertaining. Think there's a passage about violent beauties falling asleep in that one, too.