<div class="floatleft">(https://cricketfeet.com/keith/gaming/dnd/darkforum/blademage01.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Devon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328010.msg15705543#msg15705543)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Near the stage<br/><strong>Action</strong>: Flirting, walking up stairs, asking Lucy for a date<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Image, plus a large backpack and a classic old gnarled oaken staff. No sword.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Lucy<strong>Mentioning:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Never did Devon think that a smile and blush would blow him away just as much as Alucielle’s did right that moment. If he would be the more inappropriate sort, he would be tempted to hug and snuggle her right then and there.<br/>Little did he know that the owner himself would’ve intervened if he would have been privy to such impulsive drives.<br/><br/>Nodding, he twirled his right hand, two fingers held up high while the soft sound of rustling paper could be heard.<br/><strong>“There we go. I don’t think your voice is nice, miss. Your voice is nice. A real treasure.”</strong><br/><br/>Devon gulped when she replied with a kind and sincere glint in her eyes. This was borderline cheating… Alucielle was lovely, absolutely lovely.<br/><strong>“Feel free to take me up on that offer whenever you’d like, miss.”</strong><br/><br/>The mage did chuckle when he noticed his flirting flew over her head. Damn, he really was a bit rusty where flirting and complimenting was concerned. He nodded as he listened to that enchanting voice, his eyes calmly appreciating the splendour of her form.<br/><strong>“I indeed just arrived. About half an hour ago.”</strong>He said.<strong>“I am quite glad I was on time for your performance. Wouldn’t have wanted to miss it for the world. And those rooms sound like heaven. Can’t wait to try out mine.”</strong><br/>His eyes widened a bit when she said he should have been able to sense his way to his room. So that was that pulling he felt. Interesting… Extremely so. It was fortunate that he had ignored it and talked to Alucielle in place of following it.<br/><strong>“That’s incredible. Not as incredible as both your voice and your beauty, but incredible nonetheless. I’d be delighted if you would show me. And thank you, you’re quite radiant yourself.”</strong><br/>He gave Lucy a wink. If that didn’t register as a flirt, he really should change his approach.<br/><br/>Alucielle huh? Angelic in origin. That explained her latent energy. Probably a Nephilim of some variety. Which meant it wasn’t very nice to prod.<br/><strong>“Alucielle is a lovely name. I think it suits you perfectly.”</strong>He commented, his expression one of warmth and kindness even as she mentioned her partly angelic nature.<br/>The Nephilim linking her arm through his filled him with mirth, holding her arm to him tightly but not uncomfortably so. The warmth and softness of her body radiated through the touch, making him swoon a bit inside.<br/>Her laughs and voice here like music themselves, echoing in his mind in the most lovely of ways. As she talked about his magic, he laughed happily.<br/><strong>“Glad you like it, Lucy. Feel free to just call me Devon, by the way. Music that was played with once’s soul within it… even when recorded for the ages, you hear their passion ringing through it. My music was one such piece.”</strong><br/>He explained while they walked, Devon happy to explain it to the wonderful woman on his arm.<br/><strong>“The Library can record not only sound but also feelings and passions. Emotions that can be drawn out while listening to their music. Completing it and transferring that passion to those that listen to it. The way it’s meant to be heard. Like you pour your heart and soul into your songs as well, Lucy. It’s… blissful to listen to.”</strong><br/><br/>The two of them went up the stairs and down the fancy corridors while they talked, finding themselves in front of Devon’s door. Glancing towards her, Devon decided he would be a little cheeky. She was lovely and kind, and even if nothing sensual would come of it, listening to music and talking with her for the night was an alluring prospect of its own.<br/>He cleared his throat, speaking up as his cheeks flushed red a tad.<br/><strong>“Thank you for accompanying me, Lucy. I have to ask though… I find myself enjoying your company immensely. Would I be able to convince you to join me in my room for a drink, talks and music? As well as anything else we might feel like doing.”</strong>