(( Exactly two hours later (exactly because he set an alarm and he doesn't really have to worry about traffic or anything mundane like that since he can simply will himself wherever he wants to be... sort of. It's a little more complex than that.), Matthias comes sauntering up to the appointed place. Since they're going somewhere nice for a first date, Matthias is, unsurprisingly well dressed. He also has a single suitcase in tow. Once he's close enough to Lissa to take her hand, he does so, brining it to lips just like before. ))
[ it had been relatively easy for lissa to sneak away from the guards. it's no secret that she benefits from a great deal of privilege, being of royal lineage. but even she wants to feel somewhat normal every so often and she is forever grateful that rose, her best friend, acts as both her protector and her ties to all that is normal. ( however one would define normal, anyway. )
dressed in a matching skirt suit of white brocade and a heavy necklace, she has at her side a leather satchel with her clothes and toiletries. this is bold of her. she has snuck out of parties and special events countless times, but to run away to france with someone she hardly knows? one might call it foolish. there's a flutter in her chest when she steps out of the shadow of the restaurant entranceway and approaches matt with a smile. ]
Definitely ready.
Apologies for any weird typos; phone tagging from the hair salon
(( A wolfish grin pulls at his lips and he pointedly doesn’t release her hand. ))
You may want to close your eyes. This can be a little dizzying.
((This being the sensation of the firm and steady earth falling suddenly out from under her feet. There a whooshing sound and a puff of wind around them. And then the ground rises up to meet Lissa again, as if it hadn’t had the audacity to vanish.
Now it’s cobblestone beneath her feet and that iconic glass pyramid rises before their eyes. ))
Tada~. No passport required.
(( And he’s just so pleased with his little trick. ))
[ it isn't that she isn't accustomed to powers - most moroi she knows are in possession of one thing or another - but she certainly isn't used to this type of power. she clings to him with a soft gasp and she thinks her heart has stopped for a split-second before they touchdown once more. ]
Oh, that's rather nifty, isn't it? [ she says lightly, a little playfully as if this is a regular occurrance. pulling away from him to lightly adjust her outfit, she looks up to marvel at the sight before her. the academy is an architectural beauty on its own but the grandeur of parisian architecture is new and she covers her mouth as she falls silent to simply take it all in. ]
(( Of course, it's always easier if he's familiar with the destination. That's partly why he chose this wide open courtyard instead of somewhere inside the museum... the open space is safer, less risk of teleporting halfway into a wall or some other unpleasant place.
Holding his arm out for Lissa to take, he nods toward the entrance of the museum. ))
[ lissa laughs lightly. look, she's essentially a princess and is accustomed to having all her needs met. dating someone who can teleport should be par the course for her lifestyle. ]
I'm curious to hear more about your magic, Matt, [ she finds herself saying, holding onto her bag with one arm and wrapping the other around matt's as they approach the museum entrance. ] It's very much unlike anything I've ever encountered. I've honestly yet to tap into my own.
I only have a few small tricks. Teleporting. I can change some superficial things about my appearance, like hair and eye color. The rest is pretty basic, elemental stuff.
(( No need to mention all the details upfront. What kind of demon would he be if he spilled all his secrets on a first date? ))
The teleporting let me travel long distances before things like cars and planes were a thing.
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And where can I pick you up?
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[ she sends the address of a safe location. ]
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if you prefer prose, I'm good with that, too. I'll follow your formatting :3
Ready to go?
this is great, thanks!
dressed in a matching skirt suit of white brocade and a heavy necklace, she has at her side a leather satchel with her clothes and toiletries. this is bold of her. she has snuck out of parties and special events countless times, but to run away to france with someone she hardly knows? one might call it foolish. there's a flutter in her chest when she steps out of the shadow of the restaurant entranceway and approaches matt with a smile. ]
Definitely ready.
Apologies for any weird typos; phone tagging from the hair salon
You may want to close your eyes. This can be a little dizzying.
(( This being the sensation of the firm and steady earth falling suddenly out from under her feet. There a whooshing sound and a puff of wind around them. And then the ground rises up to meet Lissa again, as if it hadn’t had the audacity to vanish.
Now it’s cobblestone beneath her feet and that iconic glass pyramid rises before their eyes. ))
Tada~. No passport required.
(( And he’s just so pleased with his little trick. ))
been there! ^^ sometimes you gotta tag
Oh, that's rather nifty, isn't it? [ she says lightly, a little playfully as if this is a regular occurrance. pulling away from him to lightly adjust her outfit, she looks up to marvel at the sight before her. the academy is an architectural beauty on its own but the grandeur of parisian architecture is new and she covers her mouth as she falls silent to simply take it all in. ]
Goodness...
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It's a convenient way to travel.
(( Of course, it's always easier if he's familiar with the destination. That's partly why he chose this wide open courtyard instead of somewhere inside the museum... the open space is safer, less risk of teleporting halfway into a wall or some other unpleasant place.
Holding his arm out for Lissa to take, he nods toward the entrance of the museum. ))
I'll get someone to store our bags for us.
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[ lissa laughs lightly. look, she's essentially a princess and is accustomed to having all her needs met. dating someone who can teleport should be par the course for her lifestyle. ]
I'm curious to hear more about your magic, Matt, [ she finds herself saying, holding onto her bag with one arm and wrapping the other around matt's as they approach the museum entrance. ] It's very much unlike anything I've ever encountered. I've honestly yet to tap into my own.
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(( No need to mention all the details upfront. What kind of demon would he be if he spilled all his secrets on a first date? ))
The teleporting let me travel long distances before things like cars and planes were a thing.