[Break twitches a little on reflex when her hand comes near to his face, but he allows it. And he doesn't pull away when he catches that glow out of the corner of his eye. Instead he huffs out a soft, faint little laugh, a release of breath only barely identifiable as mirth.]
I suppose you've spells now to heal broken hearts and put weary minds to rest?
[He's being more dramatic than sarcastic. After the stunts she pulled against that beast last month, Break would not actually be surprised. That feeling of warmth, which he recognizes as coming from her, is very reminiscent of the peace he feels when he drinks the tea from his silly blood relic of a teapot. It's tea he's deliberately staying away from at the moment, because the notion of those feelings is just too bittersweet to confront in his current state.
…during Break's first November here, he got into a mushroom that eased all of his griefs and anxieties, so much so that it fixed his eyesight for a time. Wary of the potential to become too reliant on them, he hasn't had those mushrooms in the house since. But if Ange were to grant him such a thing for a while, it'd be alright, wouldn't it? She's someone who has only ever had his best interests at heart, and scolds him for treating himself poorly at the slightest provocation. Hell, he trusts her enough to permit her to touch his face, fingers resting right by his eye. If he were to let her work whatever magic she has in mind now, certainly he could likewise trust her to be responsible with him. To bring him a bit of peace without letting him go too far.
It's been so, so long since he was able to just — turn everything off, for a time. Let someone else make the decisions, and simply follow along and sort things out on their behalf. He knows it would be a relief, giving in like that, and the temptation to hand himself over to Ange is strong.]
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I suppose you've spells now to heal broken hearts and put weary minds to rest?
[He's being more dramatic than sarcastic. After the stunts she pulled against that beast last month, Break would not actually be surprised. That feeling of warmth, which he recognizes as coming from her, is very reminiscent of the peace he feels when he drinks the tea from his silly blood relic of a teapot. It's tea he's deliberately staying away from at the moment, because the notion of those feelings is just too bittersweet to confront in his current state.
…during Break's first November here, he got into a mushroom that eased all of his griefs and anxieties, so much so that it fixed his eyesight for a time. Wary of the potential to become too reliant on them, he hasn't had those mushrooms in the house since. But if Ange were to grant him such a thing for a while, it'd be alright, wouldn't it? She's someone who has only ever had his best interests at heart, and scolds him for treating himself poorly at the slightest provocation. Hell, he trusts her enough to permit her to touch his face, fingers resting right by his eye. If he were to let her work whatever magic she has in mind now, certainly he could likewise trust her to be responsible with him. To bring him a bit of peace without letting him go too far.
It's been so, so long since he was able to just — turn everything off, for a time. Let someone else make the decisions, and simply follow along and sort things out on their behalf. He knows it would be a relief, giving in like that, and the temptation to hand himself over to Ange is strong.]