[ She's staring and he just. Endures it. With a faint hint of amusement lingering somewhere between them. Though his mouth does turn up at the corners at her laugh, awkward that it is. ]
Considering it's normally people sharing each other's bodies, I'd say this is possibly more romantic. [ Who said romance was dead?
What's important though, is that she's assented. November thinks of restraint, wipes away bits of frost, pries up part of the ice that sits over his mind. And there, a deep part of himself is on display. Except there's just– nothing. Inky blackness, sifting, ghosting up over the edge like a blanket of fog. It's odd to see his contractor ability like this. That the lack of emotion really is just swallowed up whole, covered and covered again.
There's a faint blue halo-ing around his hands, red pinpricks in his eyes. It's unlike using his power, but it's still there. ]
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Considering it's normally people sharing each other's bodies, I'd say this is possibly more romantic. [ Who said romance was dead?
What's important though, is that she's assented. November thinks of restraint, wipes away bits of frost, pries up part of the ice that sits over his mind. And there, a deep part of himself is on display. Except there's just– nothing. Inky blackness, sifting, ghosting up over the edge like a blanket of fog. It's odd to see his contractor ability like this. That the lack of emotion really is just swallowed up whole, covered and covered again.
There's a faint blue halo-ing around his hands, red pinpricks in his eyes. It's unlike using his power, but it's still there. ]