[It's not as if Dan Heng's wrong, because it's true. Luocha is entirely capable of healing from a distance--and normally favors such, if anything, on the field of battle. He doesn't really...need to be touching Caelus at all, no, for something as simple as mending tissue displaced.
But close contact does bring the thrum of that Stellaron to clear clarity once again. Does it skip once more, in time with that jolt of Caelus's nerves again? Would the frequency more substantially change, in any way, if he were to feel sufficiently unsettled? Just what would it take, to fray at that remarkable stability? ...Ah, the truly ideal sort of test would be some sort of fight wound in fervent emotions, but he can't exactly get into one of those with Caelus for the foreseeable future. So, instead, there's this sort of alternative--playing to nerves, and the way Luocha's noticed that his proximity so thoroughly unbalances the young man, for reasons he can somewhat guess.
Unfair? Quite. Unnecessary? Surely. Truthfully...there isn't an objectively practical reason to be doing this. But it is...hm...what's the word, really. This isn't a feeling he taps upon often anymore, these days. A little window of opportunity to have such absolute but fairly inconsequential control as this, over someone, is rather rare. It's...
Fun? Yes, perhaps it's fun. Interesting and mildly entertaining in equal measures, to idly pluck at these strings and see what results--the Stellaron's responses, and Caelus's as well.
(Honestly, toying with somebody rather the same way a cat might toy with a hapless prey animal is really Not very cute conduct at all, but it seems Caelus is just such a very forgiving soul, and it's really just too accommodating--)]
Mm, such are the vices of all mortal things in this world, no matter where one might go. It sounds as if you take these errands with impressive stride; most people are hardly so generously patient with others. I somehow doubt even Mr. Yang would be too enthused to fulfill that particular hypothetical request there... [Luocha's tone remains warmly even, nigh soothing. It corresponds perhaps a little too well to the sedate effect of the healing. But, for all that the intentions behind it might not be entirely too wholesome, there is genuine mending to be had; muscles soothed to loosen, whatever slight internal damage might have been left within after that fall being gently unwound.] At any rate, that's fair enough--hah, even I am hardly free of sin, believe it or not. [And all the debt therein--] There are probably worse qualities to have than a little cute gluttony...very generous of you, sir.
[Exceedingly so, really. But now here's a pause, and a slight tilt of Luocha's head, his voice just that bit closer to Caelus's ear in result.]
Oh...I beg your pardon, though, I should have warned you sooner. You're likely feeling something similar to an aching or numbing sensation, about now--this is normal. If it ever becomes unpleasant, you should let me know. ...Alright so far?
[The gloved hand still trails along, lightly drawing a line from the top of Caelus's thigh to just over his knee--slowly, very slowly, before starting to draw a circle back up. ...The scent of pale flowers is starting to settle heavy.]
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But close contact does bring the thrum of that Stellaron to clear clarity once again. Does it skip once more, in time with that jolt of Caelus's nerves again? Would the frequency more substantially change, in any way, if he were to feel sufficiently unsettled? Just what would it take, to fray at that remarkable stability? ...Ah, the truly ideal sort of test would be some sort of fight wound in fervent emotions, but he can't exactly get into one of those with Caelus for the foreseeable future. So, instead, there's this sort of alternative--playing to nerves, and the way Luocha's noticed that his proximity so thoroughly unbalances the young man, for reasons he can somewhat guess.
Unfair? Quite. Unnecessary? Surely. Truthfully...there isn't an objectively practical reason to be doing this. But it is...hm...what's the word, really. This isn't a feeling he taps upon often anymore, these days. A little window of opportunity to have such absolute but fairly inconsequential control as this, over someone, is rather rare. It's...
Fun? Yes, perhaps it's fun. Interesting and mildly entertaining in equal measures, to idly pluck at these strings and see what results--the Stellaron's responses, and Caelus's as well.
(Honestly, toying with somebody rather the same way a cat might toy with a hapless prey animal is really Not very cute conduct at all, but it seems Caelus is just such a very forgiving soul, and it's really just too accommodating--)]
Mm, such are the vices of all mortal things in this world, no matter where one might go. It sounds as if you take these errands with impressive stride; most people are hardly so generously patient with others. I somehow doubt even Mr. Yang would be too enthused to fulfill that particular hypothetical request there... [Luocha's tone remains warmly even, nigh soothing. It corresponds perhaps a little too well to the sedate effect of the healing. But, for all that the intentions behind it might not be entirely too wholesome, there is genuine mending to be had; muscles soothed to loosen, whatever slight internal damage might have been left within after that fall being gently unwound.] At any rate, that's fair enough--hah, even I am hardly free of sin, believe it or not. [And all the debt therein--] There are probably worse qualities to have than a little cute gluttony...very generous of you, sir.
[Exceedingly so, really. But now here's a pause, and a slight tilt of Luocha's head, his voice just that bit closer to Caelus's ear in result.]
Oh...I beg your pardon, though, I should have warned you sooner. You're likely feeling something similar to an aching or numbing sensation, about now--this is normal. If it ever becomes unpleasant, you should let me know. ...Alright so far?
[The gloved hand still trails along, lightly drawing a line from the top of Caelus's thigh to just over his knee--slowly, very slowly, before starting to draw a circle back up. ...The scent of pale flowers is starting to settle heavy.]