Week four

[letsplayamod]

Two more of your fellow gods, your companions, your friends, have met their end together. As you turn in for the night, and a new week dawns upon you, it's starting to be a bitter experience. Just how much of this will you be forced to take?

But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.

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[stringup]

[ Well, she asked for it and now she's getting it. She watches him go through those motions, while a part of her is already saying she should turn back right now. Her hands are cold, he won't like it at all, this is how she's going to fuck this up—

But in the end, Velvet does reach to take his hand. It's rather cold to the touch; not quite like a corpse, but colder than most people's. ]

[markofnobility]

[Meanwhile his own are quite warm. He tends to run hot and wears gloves most of the time, so it's not surprising. Honestly how does he manage so many layers all the time?? Madness. He notices the cold and runs his thumb over her knuckles, as if to warm the skin]

[stringup]

[ Oh, he's...holding her hand back. He's even being affectionate about it. There's a noticeable shiver, not because Velvet finds it unpleasant, but because it's so alien an experience to her that she can't help it. It's been so long since someone's held her hand.

After a moment, she gently hooks her fingers, as if to quietly ask if it's okay to lace their fingers together.]

[markofnobility]

[His eyes almost sparkle, and he spreads his fingers for her to slot right through. His hands are rougher than a noble's should be: thick callous on his inner thumb and the palm fat of his pinky where his lances rub, a slightly smoother texture on the back under his knuckles that suggest a long healed and mostly faded burn. Countless tiny knicks and cuts. Nails trimmed and clean, though maybe a bit of chewed hangnail on a few hinting at frayed nerves in the night when his gauntlets aren't there to block his teeth.]

[stringup]

[ Velvet isn't exactly surprised, based on what she's gleaned about Ferdinand and his interests. Her own hand is calloused, in the way of hands that have done a lot of work over the years, yet have remained unblemished otherwise, apparently.

(Seeing the way he just lit up makes it worth, a tiny part of her feels.) ]

...Are you the nervous biter type?