When the man who now looked like Rivin seemed to intuit his desire to view 'himself' from all sides and rotated slowly, the Lysanrin's vague desire not to be known was immediately overwhelmed by his curiosity and he even took half a step closer as he peered through the darkness at himself.
His eyes shifted from a suspicious dark blue to the pale spring green of wanting to know. Did he look like that when he smiled, or was the face beneath the illusion dictating the expressions? He didn't recall ever smiling before mirror before. His face was apparently capable of making such an expression, which was mildly shocking and, for the first time, he understood why people associated Lysanrins' look with demons. He was opening his mouth to ask if the man might remove 'his' clothes when all the implications of such a request flew in to explain exactly why he should not do so.
He shook his head to the first suggestion even as he was still obviously observing 'himself'.
"I do not need such a place immediately, and I do not know when I might. Such an event is most likely to coincide with knowledge that someone in the city is seeking one of my kind with my particular coloring." If he had been less distracted he might not have said so much, but this man would not know where to find him, so this was not much more dangerous than being see around the neighborhoods where he took lodging.
He was still taking lodging though it was becoming obvious, as he spent more and more time either slinking about the city or with Sivan that it was pointless and a waste of money besides. That he might ask Sivan if he could be allowed to pay him for lodging was appealing, yet, it also seemed as though it might endanger the elf. More consideration was required.
Returning his attention, at last, to the conversation the Lysanrin said,
"Where would I be able to find you, or leave word for you, should I need a hiding place, and for when I need to provide payment and receive information?"
The idea of using the skills he had, in fact sometimes used for his previous 'employer' for his own gain was intriguing and his head canted slightly to the left side. Before he could answer or ask questions the redhead was, again, a redhead. The offering of hand and name made Rivin's animalistic instincts show more than ever; feet shifting though neither to run nor attack, tail twitching from side to side in a show of consideration so obvious even one who had never been out of the city to observe wild creatures would have been able to translate it.
There were dangers in every encounter, every form of relationship, however brief or prolonged. If this magus decided he wanted him dead, Rivin would die. If he decided to find out who was hunting him and turn him back over to Ilex, it was not as though there were not already others trying to do the same. For whatever reason, he found his instincts wanted to know more of the enigmatic magus, and his instincts were right far more often than his logic in matters of connection.
Taking a little hopping step over the treacherous tiles he landed just before Aurin and offered his own hand. When their flesh touched a shiver ran through him. Perhaps it was just that he so rarely touched anyone. Perhaps.
"I would do these things, in exchange for your place to hide and ear to the ground. If my skills are not enough, I will make up the difference."
His eyes stayed close on the human's for a moment longer than social norms dictated as comfortable, then he added, for some reason feeling suddenly shy in a different way,
"Rivin. It is my name.""
His eyes shifted from a suspicious dark blue to the pale spring green of wanting to know. Did he look like that when he smiled, or was the face beneath the illusion dictating the expressions? He didn't recall ever smiling before mirror before. His face was apparently capable of making such an expression, which was mildly shocking and, for the first time, he understood why people associated Lysanrins' look with demons. He was opening his mouth to ask if the man might remove 'his' clothes when all the implications of such a request flew in to explain exactly why he should not do so.
He shook his head to the first suggestion even as he was still obviously observing 'himself'.
"I do not need such a place immediately, and I do not know when I might. Such an event is most likely to coincide with knowledge that someone in the city is seeking one of my kind with my particular coloring." If he had been less distracted he might not have said so much, but this man would not know where to find him, so this was not much more dangerous than being see around the neighborhoods where he took lodging.
He was still taking lodging though it was becoming obvious, as he spent more and more time either slinking about the city or with Sivan that it was pointless and a waste of money besides. That he might ask Sivan if he could be allowed to pay him for lodging was appealing, yet, it also seemed as though it might endanger the elf. More consideration was required.
Returning his attention, at last, to the conversation the Lysanrin said,
"Where would I be able to find you, or leave word for you, should I need a hiding place, and for when I need to provide payment and receive information?"
The idea of using the skills he had, in fact sometimes used for his previous 'employer' for his own gain was intriguing and his head canted slightly to the left side. Before he could answer or ask questions the redhead was, again, a redhead. The offering of hand and name made Rivin's animalistic instincts show more than ever; feet shifting though neither to run nor attack, tail twitching from side to side in a show of consideration so obvious even one who had never been out of the city to observe wild creatures would have been able to translate it.
There were dangers in every encounter, every form of relationship, however brief or prolonged. If this magus decided he wanted him dead, Rivin would die. If he decided to find out who was hunting him and turn him back over to Ilex, it was not as though there were not already others trying to do the same. For whatever reason, he found his instincts wanted to know more of the enigmatic magus, and his instincts were right far more often than his logic in matters of connection.
Taking a little hopping step over the treacherous tiles he landed just before Aurin and offered his own hand. When their flesh touched a shiver ran through him. Perhaps it was just that he so rarely touched anyone. Perhaps.
"I would do these things, in exchange for your place to hide and ear to the ground. If my skills are not enough, I will make up the difference."
His eyes stayed close on the human's for a moment longer than social norms dictated as comfortable, then he added, for some reason feeling suddenly shy in a different way,
"Rivin. It is my name.""
