[ This room needs more light, so Loxley's next task is to collect up some candles and light them. There's a glance, though, for Richard and his whole situation -- missing the spilled ink, though -- and the way his jaw is wound taut relaxes a little. Mouth presses into a line. Sorry.
It's with altogether less force that he sets a candle or two on the table in their holders, firelight turning silver-grey more like the bronzey-gold his skin colour had in another world, but only where its light immediately touches. ]
This whole place is so fucked, [ is a laugh, but there is less of the slightly disbelieving, malicious joy that had come out of their last bitch fest, tone keyed down and his posture and gesture absent of ease.
Good thing he doesn't have a tail, anymore, as it'd be slashing about as if to release the tension. ]
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[ This room needs more light, so Loxley's next task is to collect up some candles and light them. There's a glance, though, for Richard and his whole situation -- missing the spilled ink, though -- and the way his jaw is wound taut relaxes a little. Mouth presses into a line. Sorry.
It's with altogether less force that he sets a candle or two on the table in their holders, firelight turning silver-grey more like the bronzey-gold his skin colour had in another world, but only where its light immediately touches. ]
This whole place is so fucked, [ is a laugh, but there is less of the slightly disbelieving, malicious joy that had come out of their last bitch fest, tone keyed down and his posture and gesture absent of ease.
Good thing he doesn't have a tail, anymore, as it'd be slashing about as if to release the tension. ]