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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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.]