[superhell pcs] thancred

[voidshift]

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[onlythans]

Oh, I suspect your mood will continue to improve in short order.

[He says, as he pulls out his phone and offers Ryn a picture of the current state of the House of Mirrors.]

Well?

[voidshift]

What--

[he peers at the phone screen, both brows raised, lowering his glasses as he leans in.]

But how did you manage to do this?

[onlythans]

Magic. Or so I'm told.

[And from behind his back he produces gift #2, courtesy of the horrible Build-A-Bub workshop.]

Here.

[voidshift]

What do you mean, magic-

[-but he's distracted by this rabbit? he blinks at it, taking it in. the little bottle, the shirt.

and because it is emotional overload week, he bursts into laughter, enough so that tears prick at the corners of his eyes. as he reaches up to wipe his face, still laughing:]

I swear to you-- I swear on the Void itself, if you picked a rabbit for the ears-!

[onlythans]

The resemblance is striking.

[But it's — this is good, he decides. An odd relief, to earn such emphatic laughter when he's been more than a little worried ever since the trial, knowing full well the demands that the House of Mirrors likely put on his blue Elezen friend (or so he's willing to guess, based on not-altogether-subtle context clues), as well as the reluctant submission to the strip search for the sake of the collective.

Horrible stuffed rabbits bearing wine bottles don't fix any of that. The laughter might.]

Satisfactory, then?

[voidshift]

Satisfactory.

[this rabbit is his new favorite? it's his new favorite. he's just tucking it into the crook of his arm, for now.]

Definitely a big improvement over the rest of the day.

[onlythans]

Good.

[And having won his small measure of favor, he'll thusly be willing to venture: ]

What is it about the mirrors you hate so much?

[voidshift]

Killing the mood already?

[still teasing-- but a little more subdued, quiet for a few moments before he speaks again.]

They're mirrors, Thancred, what do you think I hate about them.

[onlythans]

I'll rekindle it in short order, fret not.

[Hmm.]

Well. If I can stand to look in one, I generally assume most others can as well, is all.

[voidshift]

[hm. there's a pause, here, while he debates what to say.]

I see myself differently from it. That's all.

[-but it's impossible to ignore reality when it's literally staring you in the face.]

[onlythans]

A gentler expectation against a harsher reality.

[Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.]

I still expect to see myself with brown eyes, sometimes. When I'm the one looking.

[voidshift]

-do you?

[that definitely gets his attention; he watches thancred curiously, one ear twitching.]

What made them change?

[onlythans]

Ah...how to sum up such catastrophe in just a few mere sentences? They were a casualty of being tossed in and out of death, I suppose. 'Tis a favorite invocation of a dear reckless comrade of mine — solving her problems by flinging herself into the Great Beyond.

[He shrugs slightly.]

The alternative was to be crushed under a falling ceiling or execution on false charges of treason. On the balance, I suppose the loss of a perfectly good set of honey-brown eyes is a worthy enough sacrifice in exchange.

[voidshift]

She sounds like someone I'd get along with.

[a little hint of a smile, there. dramatic magical solutions to cheat death? he'd like to talk to her about it, at least.]

Tragic as it is- [the entire experience, not just the eyes,] they do suit you. More striking this way.

[onlythans]

She didn't emerge unscathed either, I'm afraid. The magicks blinded her.

[He considers a moment. This really isn't about him, but also, it's emotional vulnerability week.]

And disabled me.

[voidshift]

...I'd never noticed.

[both ears flick, there, watching him with a mix of restrained curiosity and-- well. understanding, maybe.]

[onlythans]

You couldn't, without knowing how I was before. I lost the ability to manipulate aether.

[His gaze goes askance a moment.]

Even if I'd had any aptitude for magic prior to our foray into the aetherial sea, it's gone now. I couldn't so much as create a spark if I tried.

[voidshift]

Still, even if you didn't use magic-- having the capacity taken is different from just not studying it.

[a loss, involuntary, nothing to do with his own choices.]

[onlythans]

Indeed. It makes me quite the anomaly, to say the least.

[A pause, here.]

Look for your reflection in another person, not in a mirror. It's not just kinder that way — it's truer, as well.

[voidshift]

Maybe so.

[after a pause, though:]

I'd prefer if other people didn't know enough for that to happen.

[onlythans]

It gets lonely, though, doesn't it? To live that way.

[Interestingly, he doesn't sound like he's judging. Commiserating, maybe? Who could really say.]

[voidshift]

It does. You learn to live with it.

[and after a while, it's just- how things are.]

[onlythans]

You do.

[He says, and leans up and forward in the same smooth motion like he's about to steal a kiss — but doesn't, and stops short just of making contact instead; conspicuously, there is no scent of mana-infused wine on his breath whatsoever.]

But at least now you've a stuffed Loporrit to keep you company while you're at it. Lucky, that.

[voidshift]

[both ears flick, when he does that-- rynlan doesn't flinch when he leans up and in, but it definitely gives him pause for a moment, waiting to see just what he intends to do with the gesture.

when the answer is nothing... well. he still doesn't lean back. if the choker's still a part of thancred's outfit, here, he just reaches up to trace it with one thumb.]

Definitely luckier than some here.

[you know, he's still alive and all.]

[onlythans]

[oh like he would ever take off his slut collar please even lahabrea couldn't get that shit off him]

Now who's killing the mood?

[He lifts his chin a little, making it that much fractionally easier to reach his choker.]

For what it's worth, I like what I see when I lay eyes on you.