[it's fine, he's already blue-skinned; Zel can spend the night blueballed as well. it's for the sake of optics! he can't piss off whomever has his goddamn pants by sullying the vegetables.
once Emery settles, Zel drapes his arm over him, as much covetous as it is protective in nature. he doesn't even get the time to second-guess himself (yay!) because he has to think about his injured face (oh no!).]
...It's still pretty dulled out from the spell for now. I can't tell much yet until the mend has settled.
[surely it can't be that bad! he's made of rock! he's weirdly certain of that, especially since he hasn't seen the way the hairline marks still linger like marks connecting the raised ridges under his eyes to his jawline.]
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once Emery settles, Zel drapes his arm over him, as much covetous as it is protective in nature. he doesn't even get the time to second-guess himself (yay!) because he has to think about his injured face (oh no!).]
...It's still pretty dulled out from the spell for now. I can't tell much yet until the mend has settled.
[surely it can't be that bad! he's made of rock! he's weirdly certain of that, especially since he hasn't seen the way the hairline marks still linger like marks connecting the raised ridges under his eyes to his jawline.]