Lemm flinches his face away instinctively, though he also doesn't immediately put them down. This is a mess. He registers an unpleasant noise, one he's not remotely fond of. The moment settles.
The moment settles, and: he is standing, holding the Knight like some offending stray beast caught going at a pantry, and there is a bit of tea dripping from them, but really not enough to warrant this, now that he's entirely present and thinking about it.
There is tea all over his floor. Amid shards of shattered cup, because the floor is hard. He stares at that.
Then he stares at the back of the Knight's head, suddenly unsure quite what to do with them. (There is Void tangled at him, in places. Not sure what to do about that especially. Can he put them down, even?)
...He puts them down, slowly, just sinks them to the floor until their feet are touching and very, very gingerly lifts his hands away, flared out like he's making a point of not touching, any more, see. See how he's backing off from what he just did. See. Look.
His hands come back to clasp awkwardly at his front, rubbing. He waits for their Wings to recede.
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Date: 2023-06-16 08:43 pm (UTC)The moment settles, and: he is standing, holding the Knight like some offending stray beast caught going at a pantry, and there is a bit of tea dripping from them, but really not enough to warrant this, now that he's entirely present and thinking about it.
There is tea all over his floor. Amid shards of shattered cup, because the floor is hard. He stares at that.
Then he stares at the back of the Knight's head, suddenly unsure quite what to do with them. (There is Void tangled at him, in places. Not sure what to do about that especially. Can he put them down, even?)
...He puts them down, slowly, just sinks them to the floor until their feet are touching and very, very gingerly lifts his hands away, flared out like he's making a point of not touching, any more, see. See how he's backing off from what he just did. See. Look.
His hands come back to clasp awkwardly at his front, rubbing. He waits for their Wings to recede.