[ It's clear that he is wearing himself thin, there's no hiding that. For all that he smiles, for all that he travels with the people he knows and speaks kindly of them, for all that he pushes himself to make sure those that he cares for are cherished and loved... He is not taking care of himself. Leilani can see it, and she's sure some of his other friends are witnessing it as well, but she isn't entirely sure how best to go about helping him, in the end. There is only so much she can do, and she is no member of the inner circle; she is no soft, kindly person that can drag him away from his work...
Or is she?
The issue is that she's not entirely sure she can drag him away without him trying to find a way to wiggle back to work, and that's when she decides it's best for her to take over. When he's stepped out of the war room and away from Madame Montilyet's office she accosts him, grabbing his arm and tugging him to one side, closer to the doorway to his bedchambers than anything else. Her eyes light up, gentle and soft, and she grins, leaning close. ]
Luthien, you have to come with me. It's important. [ Low, whispered soft like sharing a secret, and her fingers reach down to lace with his as she tugs. She slips through the doorway to the stairs, pausing only to shut it behind her before she's grinning, nudging him against the frame and tilting her head up. She'd prefer to tug him all the way up to his room, but she doesn't think she'd be able to get him that far without him questioning both her motives and the meaning behind it all, so she pauses here, for now. ]
I would like to ask a favour of you, if you don't mind. Something for only us to hear, something for us in private. What do you say?
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Date: 2018-02-17 09:42 pm (UTC)Or is she?
The issue is that she's not entirely sure she can drag him away without him trying to find a way to wiggle back to work, and that's when she decides it's best for her to take over. When he's stepped out of the war room and away from Madame Montilyet's office she accosts him, grabbing his arm and tugging him to one side, closer to the doorway to his bedchambers than anything else. Her eyes light up, gentle and soft, and she grins, leaning close. ]
Luthien, you have to come with me. It's important. [ Low, whispered soft like sharing a secret, and her fingers reach down to lace with his as she tugs. She slips through the doorway to the stairs, pausing only to shut it behind her before she's grinning, nudging him against the frame and tilting her head up. She'd prefer to tug him all the way up to his room, but she doesn't think she'd be able to get him that far without him questioning both her motives and the meaning behind it all, so she pauses here, for now. ]
I would like to ask a favour of you, if you don't mind. Something for only us to hear, something for us in private. What do you say?