[ Looking Matt up and down revealed a frame best described as "twiggy," and a lack of any features that could rightly be called imposing. Even the scar across his left cheek, faint with age and thin, didn't say don't mess with me so much as this one time at fencing camp.
He had something of a presence around him too. Though Matt's was more like the haze of an aura photograph. Smudged glitter, light filtered through a roseate lens.
He visibly stumbled at Silco's very good points, previously unconsidered. Matt wasn't even sure what Pleroma was, except that the Aion made it sound like an infection--and even if he didn't trust her, that didn't make her wrong. ]
Well, luckily, we don't have to convince the masses, [ Matt rallied. ] Just a few people who've been through the same thing we have.
I don't know, words worked on me.
[ And a small amount of hair-stroking.
(Because no circumstances, however dire, could fully compromise Matt's eye for aesthetics, he noted as he peered through the shield spell: Heterochromia. Pretty.) ]
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He had something of a presence around him too. Though Matt's was more like the haze of an aura photograph. Smudged glitter, light filtered through a roseate lens.
He visibly stumbled at Silco's very good points, previously unconsidered. Matt wasn't even sure what Pleroma was, except that the Aion made it sound like an infection--and even if he didn't trust her, that didn't make her wrong. ]
Well, luckily, we don't have to convince the masses, [ Matt rallied. ] Just a few people who've been through the same thing we have.
I don't know, words worked on me.
[ And a small amount of hair-stroking.
(Because no circumstances, however dire, could fully compromise Matt's eye for aesthetics, he noted as he peered through the shield spell: Heterochromia. Pretty.) ]