( fennel lets out a shallow, brief exhale, exorcising the last bits of air in his lungs out of ... some difficult-to-read emotion. probably perversion more than mortification. )
... ... of course, master isaac. my sincerest apologies, master isaac.
( he squeaks out. )
@dxvilsthorn // well . if it gets him beat up ...
( fennel darts his eyes towards isaac's midsection and, without warning, plunges his hand into the strange green goop comprising parts of isaac's body. )
... !
( for some reason, it's... room temperature? )
( fennel is stabbing a small ball of clay with an implement and then re-folding it to cover the hole, only pausing here and there to chew on the back of his stylus as he does so. )
...
( best to not bother him. or, you could...? )
—with a massive swig of tea and burns his tongue slightly, tensing his face further as to not make noise. )
...
please excuse my prying, but how has your workload been ?
.. .... well , at the end of the day i do take pride in what i am, it's just that, i suppose, i wish it did not come at a significant cost. and that it did not hurt me so.
( he's sort of spluttering, realizing that he divulged too much information to hector. fennel follows this—
( A sympathetic expression forms on Hector's face. It was known that the forgemasters all went through pain in their past, yet Fennel's condition persisted physically and was less easily hidden behind pursed lips . )
I do not think it is selfish at all , researching this —
/ photos of mah muse for those who are new around these parts. hi. i know it's in the intro thread but i like showing fennel anyways
second image courtesy of @mama_bagels (which thank you again for the artfight attack i'm gonna be so annoying about it forever)
( fennel is leaned over some kind of lightly boiling substance in a glass vial, the fumes wafting around his face. it smells like incense, and something distinctly fruity and musky. )
...
( he's so focused on the material, he wouldn't notice if the door opened. )