<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Lyre_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Deluxe (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e0/69/7d/e0697d6fd9c9122a160ddc91e7b87f76--suit-green-dark-green-suit-men.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pure<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Slytherin 3rd Year<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Saturday, September 30th, 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>One-Eyed Witch Passage<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Conversational. Trade.<br/><strong>THEME:</strong>Metal Melody (https://youtu.be/1OdTWnOdK4A)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Jaxon Smith!</em><br/><hr/><br/>"I always learn a thing or two from you, Jax!" Lyre looked impressed with the hash.<br/><br/>When Jaxon said to let him know if he thought of a way to be repaid, his mind went admittedly to dirty places. Maybe his subconscious was just being funny? He side-eyed uncomfortably to the wall, trying to think of something actually useful. "Um...!" But he could think of nothing else but kisses and "Umm..." and wavering breaths.<br/><br/>"Ah, don't sweat it. I have my own copy. Karma may be a bitch, they say, but she's the best in bed."<br/>The tunnel echoed with his lyrical laughter.<br/><br/>"I know I look like your run-of-the-mill random Slytherin. Wasn't always this way," he looked off suddenly in the darkness, at his sunny childhood's innocence before his family eviscerated it and made it dry shed snakeskin. The pale faces and black sapphire eyes of the Savages haunted him. Because of them, his inner child was a husk that no longer tasted sweet. He thought of Iain, noble lawful sweetheart, almost smiling at the dream of his boyish face, almost chagrin at their game. Maybe dinner date tonight was going to be different, and he'd get a glimpse of his old self again. Or maybe it wasn't, and he'd get an ugly look in the mirror. There he went, getting sad again. "At least down here, I can be myself for a minute. But uh--"<br/><br/>He glanced at his wristwatch but not really looking, he just didn't want to look so weak. If he wasn't going to be weak around Moray and Iain, he wasn't about to be weak around Jaxon either. "--I should be getting back to my savagery. Gotta show everyone I eat hearts for dinner. This hash shall make it easier, so thank you."<br/><br/>He raised his pen like he was making a toast at a wedding, feeling quite a fool.<br/><br/>Lyre Savage didn't normally meet and leave men in a tunnel, so... he looked back and thought of another thing to say.<br/>"If you ever need anything, send me an owl or whatever. Really. I don't mind."<br/><br/><hr/>