If your heart's on the line, you could take mine
His black trenchcoat is worn in an effort of preparedness. That it also creates aura is hardly a factor as to why he persists with it despite the heat threatening to make his body rain instead. The air sets a weight down on them, and he almost feels the need to reach out and pull it aside like a curtain before stepping forward. That invisible drapery keeps the heat of the volcanic island from dispersing, instead pressing it in on his skin, lifting it up through the soles of his boots even.
Not for the first time, he swipes some dampened hair out of corner of his face, turquoise band on his wrist catching enough muted light to shimmer before it vanishes back beneath the coil of his sleeve at his side. ”We could always bring back the metal things and melt them down, pour them over the volcanic rock, once we fully shape it into correctly sized balls?” A mere suggestion, and an extra step, but also an assurance of damage. ”Maybe do that to a few, anyway, like extra strength against super tough opponents.” Thick hides, or things they wanted to assure did not risk a second round.
Truthfully, Mel is the expert here, his soldier training covering martial arts and combat techniques more than regional defenses and large weaponry. Consider his interest piqued though, and he looks her way to see if his suggestion has any merit. His gaze shortly thereafter slides to Flora, a smile creeping out as if the meet of their eyes is a secret rather than an inevitability, and a well known one at this point. Maybe the depths aren’t understood by the world yet, but he has long since stopped hiding his affections for the Doubletake, and only some practice towards decorum keeps him from sharing her raincoat with her in this moment.
That, and neither of them need an additional complication to walking over this ground, his next stride sending some ground sliding away. His smile vanishes at once as he hops to the side, arms rising up like wings to catch his balance. ”Extremely,” he offers from the edge of their group after regaining his footing, seeming to suggest there’s a sliding scale of how identical one can be. ”I mean, all babies kinda look the same,” he admits with a scrunch to his features, ”but they’re a duplicate.”
Not for the first time, he swipes some dampened hair out of corner of his face, turquoise band on his wrist catching enough muted light to shimmer before it vanishes back beneath the coil of his sleeve at his side. ”We could always bring back the metal things and melt them down, pour them over the volcanic rock, once we fully shape it into correctly sized balls?” A mere suggestion, and an extra step, but also an assurance of damage. ”Maybe do that to a few, anyway, like extra strength against super tough opponents.” Thick hides, or things they wanted to assure did not risk a second round.
Truthfully, Mel is the expert here, his soldier training covering martial arts and combat techniques more than regional defenses and large weaponry. Consider his interest piqued though, and he looks her way to see if his suggestion has any merit. His gaze shortly thereafter slides to Flora, a smile creeping out as if the meet of their eyes is a secret rather than an inevitability, and a well known one at this point. Maybe the depths aren’t understood by the world yet, but he has long since stopped hiding his affections for the Doubletake, and only some practice towards decorum keeps him from sharing her raincoat with her in this moment.
That, and neither of them need an additional complication to walking over this ground, his next stride sending some ground sliding away. His smile vanishes at once as he hops to the side, arms rising up like wings to catch his balance. ”Extremely,” he offers from the edge of their group after regaining his footing, seeming to suggest there’s a sliding scale of how identical one can be. ”I mean, all babies kinda look the same,” he admits with a scrunch to his features, ”but they’re a duplicate.”
Kaisel
Say you want the moon, watch me learn to fly
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
