champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"Well yes, of course you do," Mateo says with a huff of musical laughter, as if realising how simple he's made himself sound. "But I believe figuring out where to point it is the complicated part." Lots of coordinates and moving of mechanisms and hmming from men who don't have enough sex, if you ask him. Luckily, they have quite a stunning view of the stars from where they sit right now.
"Oh? I suppose that makes sense. I imagine it is very much the same up there now," he says of The Climb and its isolation from any god besides Dygra - not that he feels much about it either way. No, the botanist is more interested in the little blazing trail from Charlie's imaginary shooting star, and the way it fizzes and dances close enough that he can feel the heat of it on his cheeks. (Or maybe that's just how his cheeks feel, he's had enough snapdragon not to be entirely sure anymore).
Blinking back down at the petite Ancient as she wriggles and shoves her hand down her dress, before Mateo can lament that he would have happily looked for anything she might have dropped down her cleavage himself, she's withdrawing a small package of what he can immediately tell is some high quality Dreamdust. "Charlie, you are a wicked woman and I cannot tell you how much I love it," Mateo purrs to her, laughing and peering into the baggie.
"This will put you to sleep faster than any amount of alcohol," he tells her, like it's a secret. "But make sure you are in a good mood, because your dreams will be like nothing you have ever experienced."
"Oh? I suppose that makes sense. I imagine it is very much the same up there now," he says of The Climb and its isolation from any god besides Dygra - not that he feels much about it either way. No, the botanist is more interested in the little blazing trail from Charlie's imaginary shooting star, and the way it fizzes and dances close enough that he can feel the heat of it on his cheeks. (Or maybe that's just how his cheeks feel, he's had enough snapdragon not to be entirely sure anymore).
Blinking back down at the petite Ancient as she wriggles and shoves her hand down her dress, before Mateo can lament that he would have happily looked for anything she might have dropped down her cleavage himself, she's withdrawing a small package of what he can immediately tell is some high quality Dreamdust. "Charlie, you are a wicked woman and I cannot tell you how much I love it," Mateo purrs to her, laughing and peering into the baggie.
"This will put you to sleep faster than any amount of alcohol," he tells her, like it's a secret. "But make sure you are in a good mood, because your dreams will be like nothing you have ever experienced."
