So apparently Tyki has a redhead fetish or something
"Knell♥"
"Tyki." The woman didn't bother to look up from her studies, recognizing the voice instantly. Instead she listened carefully to his footfalls as he approached, trying to gauge what kind of day he was having from the sound alone. It was a trick she'd picked up a year or so ago, and had served her well thus far.
It seemed a bit of a moot point when he stopped behind her and leaned over, face next to hers and pretending to read as he ran his hands up along her arms. "It's always work with you, lass."
He was only like this on good days.
"I have a lot to do," she answered, entirely indifferent to the touching. Unlike her mentor she was used to it, and, ignorant of what the Noah might mean by it, accepting of it as just another quirk of Tyki's- rather like Road's former insistence on dressing her in frills.
"You should relax some." His hands came to a stop on her shoulders, gently kneading. She surprised herself with the quiet noise of appreciation that slipped out, blinking at it. Tyki chuckled, breath warm against her ear. "It'd be a shame to waste your youth, after all."
"I'm a Bookman's apprentice, that's not something I need to worry about it."
"Mm." He shifted his hands, slowly tracing a pattern up and down her spine. She shivered and jerked upright, blinking again at the sensation and the purely physical blush flushing across her face. "You're missing quite a lot, you know ♥"
"That's fine." A different voice this time. Older, masculine, and oh-so-carefully neutral. Knell glanced up and smiled at her mentor, completley ignorant of how the situation may look to him. For his part Tyki didn't even stop what he was doing, ignoring the elder redhead completely until he spoke again. "Road was looking for you, Tyki. You should go find her."
"But I like this company so much more," he responded, leering at the Bookman. He wasn't unnaturally observant like either one of the pair but he didn't need to be to see the irritation and protectiveness welling beneath the man's carefully held mask. It really made the woman that much more appealing, physical attractiveness aside.
"That's fine. I need to speak with Knell privately anyways." It was an only somewhat subtle threat, an "I'll bring this up with the Earl as disturbing my record keeping if you don't leave" masked with different words.
There was a pause wherein Tyki seemed to be testing Bookman, holding eye contact and almost daring him to say something more. He didn't, of course; only maintain a steady gaze in return. Eventually the Noah sighed and gave Knell's shoulders a squeeze before straightening and turning to leave, the self-satisfied and all too knowing smirk never leaving his face. "Have fun with that, old man."
Bookman didn't respond, only restrain the glare he so badly wanted to express and watch him carefully as he left.
"Tyki." The woman didn't bother to look up from her studies, recognizing the voice instantly. Instead she listened carefully to his footfalls as he approached, trying to gauge what kind of day he was having from the sound alone. It was a trick she'd picked up a year or so ago, and had served her well thus far.
It seemed a bit of a moot point when he stopped behind her and leaned over, face next to hers and pretending to read as he ran his hands up along her arms. "It's always work with you, lass."
He was only like this on good days.
"I have a lot to do," she answered, entirely indifferent to the touching. Unlike her mentor she was used to it, and, ignorant of what the Noah might mean by it, accepting of it as just another quirk of Tyki's- rather like Road's former insistence on dressing her in frills.
"You should relax some." His hands came to a stop on her shoulders, gently kneading. She surprised herself with the quiet noise of appreciation that slipped out, blinking at it. Tyki chuckled, breath warm against her ear. "It'd be a shame to waste your youth, after all."
"I'm a Bookman's apprentice, that's not something I need to worry about it."
"Mm." He shifted his hands, slowly tracing a pattern up and down her spine. She shivered and jerked upright, blinking again at the sensation and the purely physical blush flushing across her face. "You're missing quite a lot, you know ♥"
"That's fine." A different voice this time. Older, masculine, and oh-so-carefully neutral. Knell glanced up and smiled at her mentor, completley ignorant of how the situation may look to him. For his part Tyki didn't even stop what he was doing, ignoring the elder redhead completely until he spoke again. "Road was looking for you, Tyki. You should go find her."
"But I like this company so much more," he responded, leering at the Bookman. He wasn't unnaturally observant like either one of the pair but he didn't need to be to see the irritation and protectiveness welling beneath the man's carefully held mask. It really made the woman that much more appealing, physical attractiveness aside.
"That's fine. I need to speak with Knell privately anyways." It was an only somewhat subtle threat, an "I'll bring this up with the Earl as disturbing my record keeping if you don't leave" masked with different words.
There was a pause wherein Tyki seemed to be testing Bookman, holding eye contact and almost daring him to say something more. He didn't, of course; only maintain a steady gaze in return. Eventually the Noah sighed and gave Knell's shoulders a squeeze before straightening and turning to leave, the self-satisfied and all too knowing smirk never leaving his face. "Have fun with that, old man."
Bookman didn't respond, only restrain the glare he so badly wanted to express and watch him carefully as he left.