[It's-- overwhelming. Stolas had always been loud and thirsty, always hunting him for sport, it seemed, and while the thrill was absolutely there, Blitzø had far more at stake if he let himself fall into a comfortable rhythm again. He craned his neck sideways to let the owl get at his skin, laughing low in his throat about it, about his impatience.]
What..., [His hands slide out from under the goetia's shirt, finding and framing his face to look at him, eyes wide and startlingly honest.] What are we, Stols? This-- [His hands move, and he gestures between them, the motion quite a bit like the one Stolas had used to gesture between them when presenting Blitzø with the crystal.] ...we talked, kind of, but I'm just shit enough at this that I. [Need reassurance.] I wanna make sure.
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What..., [His hands slide out from under the goetia's shirt, finding and framing his face to look at him, eyes wide and startlingly honest.] What are we, Stols? This-- [His hands move, and he gestures between them, the motion quite a bit like the one Stolas had used to gesture between them when presenting Blitzø with the crystal.] ...we talked, kind of, but I'm just shit enough at this that I. [Need reassurance.] I wanna make sure.