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[photophobic]

You should know where to find me.
But if you leave a message here, I will see it.

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[pummelgranite]

There you go. Feel the buzz yet?

[photophobic]

[ He exhales slowly, feeling the smoke slip out past his lips, the flavour lingering- it's strange, having that visual reminder of breath. That alone, he decides, he likes. It has an almost meditative quality.
Nothing he feels resembles a buzz though, certainly nothing beyond the low-level hum of Persephone's presence, the otherworldly tug of the Force bending around her cathedral. It's possible any effects are simply being drowned out by his already heightened state of, for lack of a better word, arousal.

He examines the cigarette between his fingers, watching the end of it burn to ashes for a moment, and looks back at her face. ]

No. Am I supposed to?

[pummelgranite]

Might, might not. It's kind of subtle.

[ She lets her own smoke billow out her nose, feeling it burn as it passes through her skull. With the septum piercing and all, the smoke gives her a sort of snorting-beast charm. ]

[photophobic]

I feel like I should give you something in return.

[ He lifts the cigarette to his lips again, drawing the smoke in deeper this time- contemplating- there's a sharper edge to the experience this time. Much more than that, and he'd definitely be coughing. ]

But I didn't bring anything with me.

[pummelgranite]

Yeah, you should.

[ There's a long, slow drag as she thinks about this. She tilts her head up and back lazily, and the smoke comes out her mouth as a thorned and twisting bramble. ]

Tell me how you found me. Tell me why you can find me.

[ A generous goddess: will let him pay tribute with his own story. ]

[photophobic]

Are you hiding?

[ He watched her craft the smoke, curious. Impressed, actually- it wasn't that he had no taste for power beyond destruction. Destruction simply came more easily to him. ]

I thought you had invited me. There was a door - the potential. For a door. I sensed it.

[ He takes another drag. Yes, he can feel... something. Something clearer. ]

Through the Force, the underlying energy in all things. I possess the ability to sense and manipulate it. But to find you... I allowed myself to be shaped.

[pummelgranite]

Hmm. You're certainly invited now.

[ "I allowed myself to be shaped." She tries to hide how much she likes the sound of that, but she can't help the satisfied thrill it sends through her. ]

Mine is a mystery cult. No one can reach my temple except by the path I dictate.

[ Which is to say she's certainly not not hiding. ]

But I guess there's no accounting for someone already knowing the way.