[Ah, yes, this is good enough. He hobbles closer, reaching out to brush his fingers over Lucien's arm and down in the palm. To feel the flesh. To make sure it's real, it's not damaged--not in the way of decomposition, or being missing. There is a fevor of focus in his eyes.]
If what you say is true, it's... incredible. To be able to come back and it be whole.
Does it have to be the same body...? Were you... healed from your injuries?
[ he watches him do this with a distant look, clearly off in his own thoughts for the moment. it feels exactly as flesh should, no gathering of blood under the skin or slippage and nothing plainly missing. by all appearances, perfectly whole and alive as it should be. at least the parts he can see. the hand flexes when its touched, almost involuntarily.
that said he doesn't exactly look like the picture of vitality right now - his skin is paler than it should be and drawn tight, heavy bags under his eyes from this up close, but nothing sleep and food couldn't fix. he doesn't seem to notice when he's addressed for the first few seconds, and then blinks and shakes his head. `its always been you and me, lu.` ]
Questions for the cleric. She's the one with the ritual. I was healed entirely - but stitching flesh and binding blood is an easier job than catching a soul from the immaterial and returning it to its appointed place. It's an exceedingly rare few who can do that.
It's fine. His own body is in terrible shape, so he does not think to judge the lingering effects of recently being slapped back inside your corpse after your soul was exploded.]
I see.
[Where the fck is the cleric?! He has questions!! He's still looking at Lucien's arm, studiously and clinically. The little things are curious in the back of his mind: the cuts, the tattoo. But he's thinking about the bigger picture right this second.
After a moment, he leans down on the top of the crutch under his arm and raises his right hand up on the other side of Lucien's hand. It's got a glove on! Hesitantly, Viktor removes the glove.
he'll wait while he's examined, watching him back - the longer the studying goes on, the more antsy to move he seems to become. but he'll wait as viktor reveals his hand, keeping his own next to it. ]
Well. [ there's a lilt in his tone. ] That doesn't look good.
[If the hand pains him at all, Viktor doesn't really show it. He curls and uncurls the fingers. There's a iridescent sort of sheen between some of the mottled purple, almost as if it should be glowing.
With an air of shame? embarrassment? he puts the glove on again.]
Just be careful what kind of ancient arcane magic you dig into. It will always make you pay a price.
pulling his hand back too, shoving them both deep into the pockets of his coat.]
I feel as if you owe me a story later. But I'll give you some time on your lovely beach. For now [ he winks at him. ] keep in touch, and we'll see about pulling a favor with a cleric friend ... ?
[ then he's turning and heading out, tail swaying back and forth like an agitated cat. ]
[HELP. Don't dismiss the malady of being purple. (looks at lucien's everything)
It is weird being winked at conspiratorially in jest when he can tell there is a sliver of a tension not jesting at all in how Lucien spoke to him. He probably does owe Lucien a story considering.]
Alright...
[Watching that whipping tail as Lucien leaves. Hm.]
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If what you say is true, it's... incredible. To be able to come back and it be whole.
Does it have to be the same body...? Were you... healed from your injuries?
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that said he doesn't exactly look like the picture of vitality right now - his skin is paler than it should be and drawn tight, heavy bags under his eyes from this up close, but nothing sleep and food couldn't fix. he doesn't seem to notice when he's addressed for the first few seconds, and then blinks and shakes his head. `its always been you and me, lu.` ]
Questions for the cleric. She's the one with the ritual. I was healed entirely - but stitching flesh and binding blood is an easier job than catching a soul from the immaterial and returning it to its appointed place. It's an exceedingly rare few who can do that.
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It's fine. His own body is in terrible shape, so he does not think to judge the lingering effects of recently being slapped back inside your corpse after your soul was exploded.]
I see.
[Where the fck is the cleric?! He has questions!! He's still looking at Lucien's arm, studiously and clinically. The little things are curious in the back of his mind: the cuts, the tattoo. But he's thinking about the bigger picture right this second.
After a moment, he leans down on the top of the crutch under his arm and raises his right hand up on the other side of Lucien's hand. It's got a glove on! Hesitantly, Viktor removes the glove.
He has a purple hand, too! :)]
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he'll wait while he's examined, watching him back - the longer the studying goes on, the more antsy to move he seems to become. but he'll wait as viktor reveals his hand, keeping his own next to it. ]
Well. [ there's a lilt in his tone. ] That doesn't look good.
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With an air of shame? embarrassment? he puts the glove on again.]
Just be careful what kind of ancient arcane magic you dig into. It will always make you pay a price.
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[ to be fair, he is already purple.
pulling his hand back too, shoving them both deep into the pockets of his coat.]
I feel as if you owe me a story later. But I'll give you some time on your lovely beach. For now [ he winks at him. ] keep in touch, and we'll see about pulling a favor with a cleric friend ... ?
[ then he's turning and heading out, tail swaying back and forth like an agitated cat. ]
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It is weird being winked at conspiratorially in jest when he can tell there is a sliver of a tension not jesting at all in how Lucien spoke to him. He probably does owe Lucien a story considering.]
Alright...
[Watching that whipping tail as Lucien leaves. Hm.]