Hahah... it's not going far. Just hold still for a moment.
[Look, he'll even let Akira watch.
That free hand is lifted, turned palm side up to face Akira. Solomon's fingers rest against his pulse point, letting the warmth of his own body try to pass on what little it could to the struggling body underneath.
Akira will then feel a pinprick of energy underneath Solomon's fingers.
It's frustrating, that it takes so much effort for something that was so simple back home. Solomon is having to concentrate intensively after his exorcism attempts, his hand trembling against Akira's.
When he finally withdraws his hand, Akira will have the pale shape of a star where Solomon's fingers had been. Solomon's magical signature can be felt with just a touch, though it's very faint.]
[This sensation... Akira easily identifies it as Solomon's magic. It dips beneath his skin like the thin nose of a needle, and when Solomon withdraws his hand, Akira marvels at the mark left behind.]
Is this...?
[He hesitates to ask. It could be so many things — a pact, a symbol of protection, a ward, a charm — and he doesn't want to guess incorrectly. His eyes, a little wider now, seek out Solomon's for the answer.]
Three staves for three magi. Seven stars for seven virtues. So is the crest of the sorcerer.
[His smile is so tired. So incredibly tired. But there's a glint of pride in it.]
I'm afraid this is all I can do right now - a good-luck charm, if you will. Were I to give you an actual seal, without paperwork or trials, the Society would have even less a reason to forgive me than they already do. But...
[His hand brushes Akira's bangs away, to see his face more clearly, to see and challenge the rivalling mark so clear on his forehead.]
The first star is always given by the master.
Your character shows promise, Your dedication to that which matters to you, even in the throws of something unknown, unwavering and unapologetic, has been noted as a strength.
Solomon the Wise commends you for the virtue of diligence.
[Just— give him a moment to let that sink in. The crest of a sorcerer, a commendation for a job well done. To be honest, Akira didn't expect Solomon to go this far. Urging him in a creative way to experiment with his magic was its own sort of reward, but this is... really special, isn't it?
Akira stares and stares at his newfound crest. Akira's lips part, but nothing comes out. Shocking him silent is no mean feat.
In the end, Akira says nothing at all. He wobbles upright, throws his arms around Solomon's neck, and hugs him tightly. Don't get mad if they both go tipping onto the mattress after this.]
[Uh, whoops? Guess Akira doesn't know his own strength. He'd normally move and issue an apology, but there's a reason why he does Solomon no such favor this time.]
You look like you're about to pass out. Are you going to stay put if I get off of you?
[Oh, he'll move and give Solomon his space, but not before he relents and shows himself a little mercy. Let the awkwardness settle. See if Akira cares. He's not the one making a big deal out of it.]
I know you'll stay. What you need just as much as me is sleep.
[And he's staying firm on that.]
I feel fine now, Solomon. If something goes awry tomorrow, whether it's with me or someone else, you won't be in any condition to deal with it unless you sleep.
[...He hears it, the traces of desperation in Solomon's words. He's scared. He doesn't want to do anything that might end in disaster, but Akira is confident that the worst of it is over. Nothing bad will happen. Whatever will be will be, and there's no sense in wringing their hands over it now.]
...Mm. Hold on.
[Akira closes his eyes and lowers his head to Solomon's chest. He extends his magic into Solomon, holding it out like a warm hand. Take it.]
If the link between our magic breaks, you'll feel it, right? So rest. You'll be the first to know if something happens.
[He pushes up from the bed, a stiff walk over to the desk to find the chair and set himself in it, arms crossed tight. It's not the warmth Akira wants, but he can't let that repeat.]
[Just like that, he's denied. Pushed out and pushed away, Akira's eyes betray some amount of hurt, but he doesn't let it linger. The cold seeps in instead, hardening him, and Akira turns to bury himself in the blankets.
What are you so afraid of? He doesn't have the strength to ask.]
...Coward.
[—The word slips off his tongue of its own accord and Akira startles. He didn't say that, did he? No, no, he must have. It's not as if anyone can speak on his behalf. He would never criticize Solomon for drawing a boundary, and yet he had.
Yet he had.
Akira says nothing more, cocooning himself fully in blankets.]
It's not the first time Akira has called him a coward. It won't be the last. But this one hurts, just a little more than it had before.
...
He doesn't say anything in response. He simply sits, silent, watching to see if Akira's state changes. But exhaustion takes him quickly, under the silence and the breathing and the dark, and "Akira's" rest goes unsupervised as Solomon eventually drifts off against the desk, too spent to continue.]
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[Look, he'll even let Akira watch.
That free hand is lifted, turned palm side up to face Akira. Solomon's fingers rest against his pulse point, letting the warmth of his own body try to pass on what little it could to the struggling body underneath.
Akira will then feel a pinprick of energy underneath Solomon's fingers.
It's frustrating, that it takes so much effort for something that was so simple back home. Solomon is having to concentrate intensively after his exorcism attempts, his hand trembling against Akira's.
When he finally withdraws his hand, Akira will have the pale shape of a star where Solomon's fingers had been. Solomon's magical signature can be felt with just a touch, though it's very faint.]
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Is this...?
[He hesitates to ask. It could be so many things — a pact, a symbol of protection, a ward, a charm — and he doesn't want to guess incorrectly. His eyes, a little wider now, seek out Solomon's for the answer.]
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[His smile is so tired. So incredibly tired. But there's a glint of pride in it.]
I'm afraid this is all I can do right now - a good-luck charm, if you will. Were I to give you an actual seal, without paperwork or trials, the Society would have even less a reason to forgive me than they already do. But...
[His hand brushes Akira's bangs away, to see his face more clearly, to see and challenge the rivalling mark so clear on his forehead.]
The first star is always given by the master.
Your character shows promise, Your dedication to that which matters to you, even in the throws of something unknown, unwavering and unapologetic, has been noted as a strength.
Solomon the Wise commends you for the virtue of diligence.
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[Just— give him a moment to let that sink in. The crest of a sorcerer, a commendation for a job well done. To be honest, Akira didn't expect Solomon to go this far. Urging him in a creative way to experiment with his magic was its own sort of reward, but this is... really special, isn't it?
Akira stares and stares at his newfound crest. Akira's lips part, but nothing comes out. Shocking him silent is no mean feat.
In the end, Akira says nothing at all. He wobbles upright, throws his arms around Solomon's neck, and hugs him tightly. Don't get mad if they both go tipping onto the mattress after this.]
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so i rolled a 1 on this so
yeah they are 100% just crashing straight back down into the mattress with all the dignity and embarrassment of a startled cat.]
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You look like you're about to pass out. Are you going to stay put if I get off of you?
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I...
[...
His hands carefully put a barrier between them, a gentle push to encourage Akira to get off of him anyway. This isn't...
...
He can't do this.]
Shouldn't I be asking you that? [A weak deflection, trying to cut the awkwardness of the moment before it has too much time to settle.]
I told you I'd stay. But it's... it's my job to watch over you right now.
I'll be fine.
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I know you'll stay. What you need just as much as me is sleep.
[And he's staying firm on that.]
I feel fine now, Solomon. If something goes awry tomorrow, whether it's with me or someone else, you won't be in any condition to deal with it unless you sleep.
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I will. Just...
[I need to make sure.
I need to make sure it's a sleep you'll wake up from.
I can't let this curse slip away, too.
...
It comes out as more of a plead, in the grips of fatigue.]
Please. Don't worry about me.
I'll be able to rest when I see with my own eyes that you're okay.
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...Mm. Hold on.
[Akira closes his eyes and lowers his head to Solomon's chest. He extends his magic into Solomon, holding it out like a warm hand. Take it.]
If the link between our magic breaks, you'll feel it, right? So rest. You'll be the first to know if something happens.
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Stop.
/2
His fingers curl, loosen.]
...
Don't try that again. Please.
[He pushes up from the bed, a stiff walk over to the desk to find the chair and set himself in it, arms crossed tight. It's not the warmth Akira wants, but he can't let that repeat.]
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What are you so afraid of? He doesn't have the strength to ask.]
...Coward.
[—The word slips off his tongue of its own accord and Akira startles. He didn't say that, did he? No, no, he must have. It's not as if anyone can speak on his behalf. He would never criticize Solomon for drawing a boundary, and yet he had.
Yet he had.
Akira says nothing more, cocooning himself fully in blankets.]
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It's not the first time Akira has called him a coward. It won't be the last. But this one hurts, just a little more than it had before.
...
He doesn't say anything in response. He simply sits, silent, watching to see if Akira's state changes. But exhaustion takes him quickly, under the silence and the breathing and the dark, and "Akira's" rest goes unsupervised as Solomon eventually drifts off against the desk, too spent to continue.]