[ Luocha may not be blushing, but Caelus certainly is. In his defense, he's not quite as flustered as he was in the lobby; his pulse is only slightly elevated, and the dusting of pink over his cheeks is so subtle that most would probably take it as the gentle light of something else in the room rebounding over his pale skin. He's feeling nervous again, though. Something about being looked at; something about being seen. He digs his fingers into the cushion and then relaxes them. ]
...The path of the Trailblazer is a pretty reckless one by definition, I guess.
[ Now that Caelus stops to think about it, he's basically been fighting ever since he woke up on Herta's Space Station. There's been time to rest between expeditions, but never for very long, and he usually keeps himself occupied with manual labor or chores when he should be resting.
Some of the complaints Caelus has never really aired: his shoulder's pretty sore from how often he's putting full force into his swings; his elbow is kind of inflamed from one time he landed on it a bit roughly after a Voidranger knocked him off his feet; Svarog twisted his wrist once and it never quite locked properly back into place. He has an odd sense of phantom pain from the time he took Cocolia's lance through the heart — his flesh was magically mended after attracting Qlipoth's gaze, but somehow it hasn't felt right since then. Other little aches and bruises. He's got a tension knot in his neck, too, but that's just because he tends to fall asleep on the flattest corner of his pillow. He probably needs to just ask Pom-Pom for fluffier pillows.
Luocha's hand hovers, but doesn't make contact. The golden cross sways like a pendulum, making Caelus feel oddly relaxed. Absently, he thinks that Luocha has a nice laugh, when it's not just kind of a hollow giggle. The Trailblazer tries to think of something funny to say, but can't really think of anything in particular.
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...The path of the Trailblazer is a pretty reckless one by definition, I guess.
[ Now that Caelus stops to think about it, he's basically been fighting ever since he woke up on Herta's Space Station. There's been time to rest between expeditions, but never for very long, and he usually keeps himself occupied with manual labor or chores when he should be resting.
Some of the complaints Caelus has never really aired: his shoulder's pretty sore from how often he's putting full force into his swings; his elbow is kind of inflamed from one time he landed on it a bit roughly after a Voidranger knocked him off his feet; Svarog twisted his wrist once and it never quite locked properly back into place. He has an odd sense of phantom pain from the time he took Cocolia's lance through the heart — his flesh was magically mended after attracting Qlipoth's gaze, but somehow it hasn't felt right since then. Other little aches and bruises. He's got a tension knot in his neck, too, but that's just because he tends to fall asleep on the flattest corner of his pillow. He probably needs to just ask Pom-Pom for fluffier pillows.
Luocha's hand hovers, but doesn't make contact. The golden cross sways like a pendulum, making Caelus feel oddly relaxed. Absently, he thinks that Luocha has a nice laugh, when it's not just kind of a hollow giggle. The Trailblazer tries to think of something funny to say, but can't really think of anything in particular.
He sighs, deadpan: ]
Any recommendations, O miracle doctor?