As you request. [He'd learned long ago that being under contract with a person, or people, fundamentally changed the relationship. Commands rest differently on his shoulders, lighter, when he knows there's a whole structure of agreement supporting it.
It's an odd little surprise to learn it again.
Memorize it. His own memory really is much worse than the erune's, worse even than average for those without eidetic memory. But he had given his word he'd do this; he would find a way.
The air around him fuzzes strangely a moment as he focuses his senses, ((feeling)) deep into the world around him and the man before him. He shifts both hands to Nehan's left leg--better to start with what's most changed--and begins there, his touch gentle and curious. There's nothing erotic about it, nothing like the eager hunger he'd shown just days ago, as he encircles as much as he can of the erune's thigh with both hands then draws fingers toward the knee. But nor is it strictly clinical, even as he's feeling and ((feeling)) deep to understand how Nehan's put together.
He murmurs to himself in Shriketongue, now and again, as he works. Noting how a joint articulates, the density of muscle beneath his fingers, where there's bruises (how's he avoiding touching those?)...]
i swear he's not thinking about eating nehan; this is my Focus icon
It's an odd little surprise to learn it again.
Memorize it. His own memory really is much worse than the erune's, worse even than average for those without eidetic memory. But he had given his word he'd do this; he would find a way.
The air around him fuzzes strangely a moment as he focuses his senses, ((feeling)) deep into the world around him and the man before him. He shifts both hands to Nehan's left leg--better to start with what's most changed--and begins there, his touch gentle and curious. There's nothing erotic about it, nothing like the eager hunger he'd shown just days ago, as he encircles as much as he can of the erune's thigh with both hands then draws fingers toward the knee. But nor is it strictly clinical, even as he's feeling and ((feeling)) deep to understand how Nehan's put together.
He murmurs to himself in Shriketongue, now and again, as he works. Noting how a joint articulates, the density of muscle beneath his fingers, where there's bruises (how's he avoiding touching those?)...]