Mateo leans back, a little disappointed. It dawns on him that his life is sorely lacking in magical things. But then his attention shifts to the stranger's features, and his disappointment is forgotten.
He has met many green eyes in the past several weeks. There was the desert girl, with her summer eyes and sandstone tongue. There was the boy with the scales and lost memories. And then there was Toulouse, who seemed almost otherworldly with his snake and his hair and his short but deliberate words, which flowed like wine from his lips. Mateo very much liked wine.
He licks his lips. "A pleasure to meet you, Toulouse." The man seems cautious, and so Mateo puts as much warmth as he can into his tone and his smile. He even wags his tail feathers a little, although such a gesture would probably slip past the man's attention. "I'm Mateo." He speaks with that typical Deluminian accent. Scholarly, every syl-la-ble pronounced clear and crisp.
He swallows as the silence thins to a razor's edge.
"Would you like to see it again?" The proposition comes with the taste of steel. Like the man is not asking the same question that the words form. It makes Mateo feel nervous, but in a good way. He blinks his long, dark lashes. Beneath them his eyes shift to a deeper shade of green as his interest is piqued.
"Yes, of course," he says, breathlessly, and he takes a step closer to those ruby eyes. The stranger (Toulouse, he called himself) smells nice. Floral. It is disarming, in the same vaguely dangerous way the snake is-- Mateo feels he shouldn't, but he relaxes a little bit. One of his wings gently touches the other man as tension uncoils from his shoulders. "Where did you find it?"
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@Toulouse no worries/rush, love! <3 I am really enjoying this thread so far!
