[A flat stare becomes mildly irritated the more Lobelia speaks.]
When are you going to give up with these futile requests for affectionate gestures? We've already completed the task.
[Worse yet, the only way to make this less satisfying for Lobelia is to actually be gentle with him. What a cruel twist of fate.
But, gentle he will be. He reaches out with his free hand until it's hovering over Lobelia's midsection. After murmuring a prayer, light bathes the site of injury. Sure enough, Lobelia will experience quite a bit of discomfort at first as his ribs are repaired, but a sense of warmth and security comes with it. Looks like Temenos' magic is doing the trick.]
[That should clue Temenos in on how necessary kissing him was.
Ah... But he's correct in that this does hurt, but it's a pain he can endure without fuss. That isn't the issue here. It's that strange sense of warmth, comfort, that Lobelia has never felt.
No, he's felt this sort of comforting security before, but it's been years and years and years, back when Maman and Papa were still alive. How strange. How strange and oddly disquieting.
That revelation results in Lobelia's uncharacteristic silence, watching the magic that glows from Temenos' hands with a smile no less forced than before despite the easing pain.]
[It does clue him in and he hates it enough to not dignify Lobelia with an answer to the question. Lobelia is just testing him anyway, he's sure of it.
It does surprise him that Lobelia falls silent for a bit, however. He was fully expecting him to openly relish in the pain while it lasted in order to incite some kind of reaction. But when Temenos gazes down upon him, Lobelia looks...contemplative. Huh.]
Good to know I haven't lost my touch.
[That is absolutely a joke. He's used his healing ability far more than he seems to imply. It's been a necessity as of late.
As the light begins to fade...]
Lift your robes. I wish to see the results.
[Should Lobelia comply, he'll find that there is still some bruising present. Mild discomfort will also remain, but he's a lot better off now.]
[It might also surprise him that Lobelia doesn't tease him over his request, still for a moment β contemplative β before unfastening his belt and opening his robes, undershirt brushed up to reveal his ribcage.]
Fine work, Père! This looks far less ghastly than it had before.
[And while he'll miss the consistent pain, he won't miss having to go out of his way to disguise his injuries from everyone. Some tells are just too telling.]
[It's certainly much easier to get up and dress himself than it was for the last few days, but given how terribly inconvenient grievous injury is, he'll try to avoid it happening again. Besides, he'd rather not hand Temenos another blank check, but speaking of which...
Redressing and sitting up, Lobelia captures Temenos' handβ tugs on it, urging him down low enough to whisper in his ear.]
Merci, ange douteux. As a show of thanks, I've reconsidered tearing you to pieces and making a mess of your insides. Consider this my prière.
[He doesn't wait for Temenos' response before releasing him and heading for the door. Adieu!]
[Temenos lets out a huff as soon as he feels Lobelia's hand on his, and he almost considers swatting it away with his staff. But...aggravatingly to himself, he relents once again.
He lets Lobelia pull him close.
Lets him utter those horrific words into his ear.
Temenos is not often left speechless, but this is one of those moments. What does he even say to that? That Lobelia would even reveal such a thing, it's just...
Honestly, Temenos is starting to see that it's just like him, isn't it?
He meets Lobelia with a silent, icy gaze which follows him all the way to the door. And just as he reaches the door...]
Your prière needs work. I expect something better if you intend to speak to me again after spouting that at me.
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Hehehβ! ...Ah. Well, I shall do my utmost to endure the pain, but it may help if you'll also hold my hand.
[Does he genuinely mean that? Is he just teasing Temenos? Impossible to say.
With an obedient nod, Lobelia does as instructed and lays down on Temenos' side of the bed.]
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When are you going to give up with these futile requests for affectionate gestures? We've already completed the task.
[Worse yet, the only way to make this less satisfying for Lobelia is to actually be gentle with him. What a cruel twist of fate.
But, gentle he will be. He reaches out with his free hand until it's hovering over Lobelia's midsection. After murmuring a prayer, light bathes the site of injury. Sure enough, Lobelia will experience quite a bit of discomfort at first as his ribs are repaired, but a sense of warmth and security comes with it. Looks like Temenos' magic is doing the trick.]
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[That should clue Temenos in on how necessary kissing him was.
Ah... But he's correct in that this does hurt, but it's a pain he can endure without fuss. That isn't the issue here. It's that strange sense of warmth, comfort, that Lobelia has never felt.
No, he's felt this sort of comforting security before, but it's been years and years and years, back when Maman and Papa were still alive. How strange. How strange and oddly disquieting.
That revelation results in Lobelia's uncharacteristic silence, watching the magic that glows from Temenos' hands with a smile no less forced than before despite the easing pain.]
Merci. I'm feeling better already.
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It does surprise him that Lobelia falls silent for a bit, however. He was fully expecting him to openly relish in the pain while it lasted in order to incite some kind of reaction. But when Temenos gazes down upon him, Lobelia looks...contemplative. Huh.]
Good to know I haven't lost my touch.
[That is absolutely a joke. He's used his healing ability far more than he seems to imply. It's been a necessity as of late.
As the light begins to fade...]
Lift your robes. I wish to see the results.
[Should Lobelia comply, he'll find that there is still some bruising present. Mild discomfort will also remain, but he's a lot better off now.]
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Fine work, Père! This looks far less ghastly than it had before.
[And while he'll miss the consistent pain, he won't miss having to go out of his way to disguise his injuries from everyone. Some tells are just too telling.]
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After getting a good look, he gives a satisfied nod. Lobelia can re-clothe himself now.]
It should finish healing on its own in a few days. Try not to get into anymore scuffles in the meantime, won't you?
[Or, you know, ever again. But he doesn't trust Lobelia to not end up in more trouble later on.]
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Redressing and sitting up, Lobelia captures Temenos' handβ tugs on it, urging him down low enough to whisper in his ear.]
Merci, ange douteux. As a show of thanks, I've reconsidered tearing you to pieces and making a mess of your insides. Consider this my prière.
[He doesn't wait for Temenos' response before releasing him and heading for the door. Adieu!]
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He lets Lobelia pull him close.
Lets him utter those horrific words into his ear.
Temenos is not often left speechless, but this is one of those moments. What does he even say to that? That Lobelia would even reveal such a thing, it's just...
Honestly, Temenos is starting to see that it's just like him, isn't it?
He meets Lobelia with a silent, icy gaze which follows him all the way to the door. And just as he reaches the door...]
Your prière needs work. I expect something better if you intend to speak to me again after spouting that at me.