A couple days my arse.
Progress is that I am about 85% complete with all the banters, and I am well...randomly alternating between things when I have an idea.
Here are two more banters (hope they aren't *too bad*!)
Srilorin: Imoen, was that a spell of Burning Hands that I saw you practicing earlier today?
Imoen: Why yes, yes it was. What of it? I had no idea you were familiar with the reagents and incantations.
Srilorin: Are you aware, that if you close your fingers vaguely, but still keep your thumbs touching and palms apart, you can focus and direct that spell a further distance? However, there is a disadvantage in that you will lose much of your radius of exposure.
Imoen: Now where the heck did you learn that?
Srilorin: Just some drivel that I remember Tolgerias blathering incoherently about. Not that it was of much benefit to one such as I, but you ought to try it sometime. See if it works.
Imoen: (Grin) Heh I will. Thanks for expanding my already extensive spellbook. Now I have even more things to remember you slave driver!
Srilorin: It was my pleasure Imoen. I?m glad my hours of torment spent in that dusty library were not wasted abortively.
Nalia: Srilorin may I ask you somethin?
Srilorin: No.
Nalia: But I have not even?
Srilorin: No.
Nalia: (Angrily) You know Srilorin, you rival even Isaea Roenall. You are both supercilious, cocky, and manipulative bastards!
Srilorin: And our cheeky noble girl is learning some more extroverted vocabulary. It isn?t becoming for a lady to hurl such fastidious words at her superiors you know.
Nalia: Argh! You are so incredibly exasperating and galling! I should slap you right now!
Srilorin: Unless you?d enjoy a spanking, I?d advise you not to. The last woman who attempted such a thing found herself in a rather?uncompromising position.
Nalia: Your innuendo is low and dismal, even for a peasant Srilorin. You disgust me!
Srilorin: (Snort) Oh my dear Nalia, whatever were *you* thinking? For once I meant my words with genuine truth, do all young virginal noblewomen happen to have such *imaginative* minds like yours? Mind you I could be a bit more demonstrative if you enjoy such?things.
Nalia: (Blush) I was wrong you about you. You are even worse than Isaea. Just leave me alone.
Annnnnnd yes. Here are flirts.
(Stare at Srilorin.)
(His features are chiseled, containing the firmness and vigor of youth, yet you know better. His eyes gleam both with age and experience, hinting at the sinister and horrifying knowledge lurking just below their depths.)
(Stare at Srilorin.)
(Srilorin?s attention seems to be occupied elsewhere and you take a brief moment to study him.)
(His eyes dart to and fro with alertness, casually but carefully studying his surroundings. His amber irises are framed in long lashes that give him a boyish sweetness that seems delicate and completely incongruent with the rest of his battle hardened countenance.)
(Kiss Srilorin's cheek.)
(You swiftly press a kiss upon his cheek and he grabs your chin smoothly, gently turning you to meet his eyes and he smiles. ?Thank you <CHARNAME>.?)
(Hug Srilorin.)
(He stands awkwardly in your embrace and you feel him stiffen as you slip your arms around him. Guilty at the fact that you have made him uncomfortable you turn away. Before you can, he grabs your hand pulling you swiftly backwards, wrapping his arms firmly around you.)
(His hands rest gently on your lower back, fingers tracing repetitive circles on your skin causing enticing shivers to waft slowly and deliciously up the length of your spine.)
(As the moments pass, he seems to realize how dangerously intimate your seemingly innocent embrace had become, and he abruptly releases you without further commentary.)
A PC initiated flirt with options. Yay.
Srilorin: (Oddly enough, Srilorin welcomes your touch for once holding your hand in his own, his thumb traces idle patterns of the back of your palm.)
PC: (You laugh mischievously.) Your hands are like rubbing a piece of Greenwood bark straight from the tree itself! You need some lotion sweetheart, and at once! (SEE TREEBARK)
PC: (You say nothing and continue to hold his hand, smiling as you do.) (SEE SMILE)
PC: (Blush profusely and release his hand.) (SEE BLUSH)
TREEBARK
Srilorin: That?s what happens when you wield a sword for one hundred and twenty nine years without respite my dear.
SMILE
Srilorin: (He gazes into your eyes and holds your hand for a brief second longer before releasing it and returning his attentions to previous places.)
BLUSH
Srilorin: (He raises an eyebrow in an inquisitive manner before returning his attentions to previous places.)
Please forgive my bad format on this one.
And last but not least, here is one that is initiated by him.
Srilorin: (He pulls you into a firm embrace resting his cheek upon the top of your head, his hair spilling all around you in a scarlet veil.)
Srilorin: You are my life, my only love <CHARNAME>. Don?t ever forget that.
And yes, this reaction obviously comes waaaaaaaaaaaaaay later.
These were oddly the hardest things to write and not due to lack of imagination. I tried my best to account for all types of <CHARNAME>'s and keep "You feel" statements out of them completely, since I know that it really bothers people when others dictate how their <CHARNAME> feels. But if you have criticism of any kind, please do not hesitate to tell me.