large on him, so ororon takes a second to adjust them, wriggling his fingers once comfortable. only then does he hold his palms out, smiling upward. )
thank you, captain ! i'll be gentle with your antumbra, promise.
ohh, i like that meaning. people so often forget that shadows protest just as well as they harbour unpleasant things ..
( he takes the gloves after his own moment of consideration, ear twitching as he puts them on. they're rather ˖
antumbra is the shadow the moon creates once it stands in front of the sun. in a way, i suppose your comparison isn’t wrong.
( he stilled for a moment, considering his choices. finally, he slipped his gloves off and offered them to ororon. )
it’s cold, but these gloves should —
heh ~ brotano suits you.
( still eyeing up the sword, eyes wide & sparkly )
cryo ? sooo coool .. literally. pretty, too. reminds me of night-time——can i touch it, or is it too cold ?
i never said i didn’t like it. it’s new, is all.
( gaze unintentionally focused on that ear twitch before his attention returned to the present. )
… my cryo. i forged it myself when i initially joined the fatui.
d'ya not like it? it's a nickname, ’cause we are friends now ~
( head tilting as he leans in to inspect the sword, causing his bat-ear to flop over his head. )
mm, it's a beautiful sword indeed.. what material is it made from?