[ In private, the King marvels over how easily Potemkin takes his hand, the man's fingers seamlessly enveloping his own. It speaks volumes of Potemkin's mood, this gesture, and now that Sion thinks on the matter, he cannot recall a time when he'd glimpsed the man so contented; so close to being at peace (that is, after all surprise has faded from him!). Surely, his roommate is more stoic than most, but simple quiet does not equate to serenity, and it feels as though some burden has been lifted from the man's shoulders—in the link and latch of mana exchange borne from the union of their hands, he is aware of a particular lightness of being in the exchange of energy. ]
Though... nearly two weeks have passed since then, and I can only wonder at what has prevented you from taking reprieve until now.
[ What could it have been? The undertaking of some personal endeavor? An investigation into the appearance of the dungeon itself? Tending to the fresh array of job postings upon the Hero's boards? Gently, Sion curls his fingers in Potemkin's hold, squeezing with a hint of play.
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[ In private, the King marvels over how easily Potemkin takes his hand, the man's fingers seamlessly enveloping his own. It speaks volumes of Potemkin's mood, this gesture, and now that Sion thinks on the matter, he cannot recall a time when he'd glimpsed the man so contented; so close to being at peace (that is, after all surprise has faded from him!). Surely, his roommate is more stoic than most, but simple quiet does not equate to serenity, and it feels as though some burden has been lifted from the man's shoulders—in the link and latch of mana exchange borne from the union of their hands, he is aware of a particular lightness of being in the exchange of energy. ]
Though... nearly two weeks have passed since then, and I can only wonder at what has prevented you from taking reprieve until now.
[ What could it have been? The undertaking of some personal endeavor? An investigation into the appearance of the dungeon itself? Tending to the fresh array of job postings upon the Hero's boards? Gently, Sion curls his fingers in Potemkin's hold, squeezing with a hint of play.
Ah, one does wonder. ]