[ Caelus jolts when Luocha leans closer, laying one hand on his thigh. It's not — it's not unpleasant, he reassures himself quickly. It's just unexpected. He feels his own pulse skyrocket again, loud in his ears, overtaking his senses; not for the first time, he wishes he could just get a hold of himself. Why is he so incredibly nervous —
— no, the other question is, why is Luocha so close? Didn't he say that he didn't need to touch... no, he said that he didn't need to see it... no, wait, Caelus was the one who assumed that he didn't need to see it, and then he — he didn't say much of anything at all. But he just examined me before without touching me, Caelus thinks, a little helplessly. No, wait — didn't Dan Heng say, back then... that he was always healing from a distance...?
He was asked a question. He has to remind himself, as his heart races and all his mind can focus on is the elegant way that Luocha's hair falls, that he was asked a question. ]
A-Ah, well... they're never really... all that challenging. Just...
[ He's not unfamiliar with the sensation of being healed. From Natasha, for example, it tends to feel like being wrapped up in a warm blanket, swathed in softness. From March, though she doesn't really heal, it's chilly and bracing, like being playfully pelted with a little bit of snow to jolt your nerves awake. This — feels like something lukewarm seeping through his muscles, drawing tension like a poison out of his skin. Very pleasurable, and would probably combine nicely with the sense of adrenaline that Caelus usually gets on the battlefield — but at the moment, he just feels sort of dangerously, addictively relaxed. ]
People want things... like their goods delivered, or money, or clothes... or photos of my friends, like Himeko and Dan Heng... one of these days someone's gonna want hot photos of Welt...
[ He closes his eyes. Maybe it's just his imagination, but it's almost as though he can feel the fibers of his muscles being slowly re-knitted into their proper places. ]
I don't hate it. I like people. It's just, most of them... when you ask them what they want, or how you can help them... their problems come down to things like greed and lust.
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— no, the other question is, why is Luocha so close? Didn't he say that he didn't need to touch... no, he said that he didn't need to see it... no, wait, Caelus was the one who assumed that he didn't need to see it, and then he — he didn't say much of anything at all. But he just examined me before without touching me, Caelus thinks, a little helplessly. No, wait — didn't Dan Heng say, back then... that he was always healing from a distance...?
He was asked a question. He has to remind himself, as his heart races and all his mind can focus on is the elegant way that Luocha's hair falls, that he was asked a question. ]
A-Ah, well... they're never really... all that challenging. Just...
[ He's not unfamiliar with the sensation of being healed. From Natasha, for example, it tends to feel like being wrapped up in a warm blanket, swathed in softness. From March, though she doesn't really heal, it's chilly and bracing, like being playfully pelted with a little bit of snow to jolt your nerves awake. This — feels like something lukewarm seeping through his muscles, drawing tension like a poison out of his skin. Very pleasurable, and would probably combine nicely with the sense of adrenaline that Caelus usually gets on the battlefield — but at the moment, he just feels sort of dangerously, addictively relaxed. ]
People want things... like their goods delivered, or money, or clothes... or photos of my friends, like Himeko and Dan Heng... one of these days someone's gonna want hot photos of Welt...
[ He closes his eyes. Maybe it's just his imagination, but it's almost as though he can feel the fibers of his muscles being slowly re-knitted into their proper places. ]
I don't hate it. I like people. It's just, most of them... when you ask them what they want, or how you can help them... their problems come down to things like greed and lust.
[ A little laugh. ]
Guess yours is gluttony. That's why it's cute.