[The outcry was instinctive-- as one would cry when someone yanked their long ponytail or forcibly dragged them from the comforts of their own study. Koumei squirmed underneath the (incredibly impetuous) king who had dropped like a star from the sky. His chest ached from the impact of a single body, all bones and long limbs, colliding with his, but the pain itself was still well within his limits of endurance
After all, a single body falling with the force of gravity alone was nothing compared to a javelin that had been propelled by magic with a single target in mind.
Moving carefuly, so as to not strain anything unnecessary, he grabbed one of Sion's hands with his own and cast the man a firm, assessing look.]
You've a terrible habit as well, whether you realize it or not-- but this makes it the fourth time you've found something I don't ever recall telling you about.
[The fingers that constantly found their way to his chest, that is-- or the magic that found it's way to the injury that had long since been healed....albeit clumsily and inelegantly.]
Sion. Did we perchance meet at some point that I don't recall? Because I've told no one about it-- not even Kougyoku. My room mates may have seen it, but they haven't questioned it.
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[The outcry was instinctive-- as one would cry when someone yanked their long ponytail or forcibly dragged them from the comforts of their own study. Koumei squirmed underneath the (incredibly impetuous) king who had dropped like a star from the sky. His chest ached from the impact of a single body, all bones and long limbs, colliding with his, but the pain itself was still well within his limits of endurance
After all, a single body falling with the force of gravity alone was nothing compared to a javelin that had been propelled by magic with a single target in mind.
Moving carefuly, so as to not strain anything unnecessary, he grabbed one of Sion's hands with his own and cast the man a firm, assessing look.]
You've a terrible habit as well, whether you realize it or not-- but this makes it the fourth time you've found something I don't ever recall telling you about.
[The fingers that constantly found their way to his chest, that is-- or the magic that found it's way to the injury that had long since been healed....albeit clumsily and inelegantly.]
Sion. Did we perchance meet at some point that I don't recall? Because I've told no one about it-- not even Kougyoku. My room mates may have seen it, but they haven't questioned it.