Cerulean Cape is anything but safe

Another laugh followed the words of the other, treading the definition of raspy. "My sincerest apologies for the delay. Despite that, I'm flattered that I am still considered such a miracle." How long had it been since Vonn had been regarded, for once? Either way, he reveled in that yearning look as he neared; letting the wanderer indulge in what brawn he had that surged under his porecelain pelt. The Rhaesuian was more lean and svelte, but unlike his twin, there was a heft to his shoulders, and perhaps in his loins; an illusory stockiness that belied his far-northern heritage.

"Vonnaruil," he hummed, an effortless thing. Still, he thieved Severin's name from winds, and the little smile, and the tipped chin -- and dared to smuggle away more. "But, please, you may call me Vonn; it is much easier to intone on the tongue." Especially for moments when one couldn't.