[ they draw their hands slowly back to themselves, but lift one up to hook it under the mask and lift it away from their face.
even looking very tired, essek is still quite handsome. he puts the mask in his lap and lifts the violet eyes to gale's face. ]
Even so, you know something about me almost no one else knows. And your opinion, apparently, did not change for some strange reason. I... do not mind trying... friends. If you would like.
[ the big sad baby cow eyes worked again ............. checkmate beautiful tsundere. very funny to pretend to roll up in here and be like 'you scared me' to just some dude you vaguely know i guess. held both hands of some distant acquaintance i have. ]
[ NO!!! GET THOSE BIG SAD BABY COW EYES OUTTA HERE!!! ]
Alright.
[ carefully, they remove one of their gloves - look, they're purple, it's very obvious being purple, you do not understand how much they have suffered in comparison to the other three - and this time, they slowly hold out one of their hands, palm up.
it is stupidly delicate. real rich boy mage hands here, and a few of the long fingers are capped in silver rings. ]
HIS PURPLE HANDS. his purple everything. taking the hand back then, squeezing slightly. he is not nearly so delicate, but he is practiced and precise. ]
[ throw that book in the garbage disposal with the other one.
he must release gale's paw alas so he can flick his wrist to summon a quill pen while taking the book with the other. he opens it, letting a purposeful wind blow the pages over until he gets to the next available blank page. neatly and elegantly jotting some stuff down. asmr.
once he's finished, he flicks his wrist to dispel the pen, then offers the book back to gale. one (1) resonant echo spell recipe. conjuration. the verbage needed, the somatic gestures, and the fifty gold piece worth of obsidian requirement. creates an echo of the caster. the echo can cast one spell, after which the echo disappears. ]
[ SO DEEPLY TOUCHED? is this what having friends is like. very excitedly looking it over, already trying out one of the hand gestures - and then fucking wincing because of his stupid injured hand. ]
Thank you. This is most generous of you - I-- am greatly looking forward to being able to try it.
I did tell you to prove to me you had the will to live. [ STOP. they shove that hand down by the forearm. quit that, idiot. ] I will still have you assist you with manipulating dunamis, but you have the foundation now.
[ taking the glove and the mask, they slowly stand, fixing the robes. ]
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even looking very tired, essek is still quite handsome. he puts the mask in his lap and lifts the violet eyes to gale's face. ]
Even so, you know something about me almost no one else knows. And your opinion, apparently, did not change for some strange reason. I... do not mind trying... friends. If you would like.
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I would be very glad for it.
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Alright.
[ carefully, they remove one of their gloves - look, they're purple, it's very obvious being purple, you do not understand how much they have suffered in comparison to the other three - and this time, they slowly hold out one of their hands, palm up.
it is stupidly delicate. real rich boy mage hands here, and a few of the long fingers are capped in silver rings. ]
Friends. I like that.
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HIS PURPLE HANDS. his purple everything. taking the hand back then, squeezing slightly. he is not nearly so delicate, but he is practiced and precise. ]
Good. Me too.
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Give me your book.
[ a haughty glance at the karsus one. ]
Not that one. Yours.
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[ glancing at the karsus one as well, before digging around for his journal - offering it over. ]
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he must release gale's paw alas so he can flick his wrist to summon a quill pen while taking the book with the other. he opens it, letting a purposeful wind blow the pages over until he gets to the next available blank page. neatly and elegantly jotting some stuff down. asmr.
once he's finished, he flicks his wrist to dispel the pen, then offers the book back to gale. one (1) resonant echo spell recipe. conjuration. the verbage needed, the somatic gestures, and the fifty gold piece worth of obsidian requirement. creates an echo of the caster. the echo can cast one spell, after which the echo disappears. ]
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Thank you. This is most generous of you - I-- am greatly looking forward to being able to try it.
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I did tell you to prove to me you had the will to live. [ STOP. they shove that hand down by the forearm. quit that, idiot. ] I will still have you assist you with manipulating dunamis, but you have the foundation now.
[ taking the glove and the mask, they slowly stand, fixing the robes. ]