Post by Aneira Trevelyan on May 2, 2015 22:23:53 GMT -5
On rare occasions, Jean-Luc betrayed a well-concealed, clever sense of humor, an aspect of the man Aneira came to appreciate greatly for its infrequent appearances. She laughed outright to the quip, her eyes reflecting the glitter of the blue stone resting above her heart. "You might have, or perhaps you are merely so ill-accustomed to honey that a mere taste seems a feast to your senses?" Those precious flashes of wicked mirth in him fascinated her endlessly, drawing her like moth to flame and caused Aneira to exert herself that she might draw him out more often.
The longer she languished in the Lord Marshal's company, the more Aneira grasped the intricate levels that comprised Jean-Luc Deveraux. On the surface, he presented himself as a simple, uncomplicated man, but like any onion, there were layers upon layers to discover within him. Out of public view, he was an entirely different man, showing personality aspects that were akin to jewels embedded in stone. They took work to find, yet there was no denying their beauty. She smiled at the fanciful thought, a nod concurring. "They would, yes. And no doubt would encourage you to consider finding what brings you happiness." Her brow rose before she leaned forward, a hand brushing his. "That's fine, my good lord... because I am one to use traps every chance I get."
She was teasing him, naturally, allowing herself the dangerous luxury of relaxing in his company. Aware of his very real physical attraction to her, Aneira did her best to maintain her allure while presenting a challenge to him. Jean-Luc was a man who enjoyed the chase, she felt sure. "Indeed so, though my opportunities to do so have been sadly few. Where would you go if you had the choice?"
Jean-Luc Deveraux