[ Matt's used his blood in spells before. And of course, the demon he tried to summon as a teenager scarred his cheek. But that's as familiar as he ever was with bodily mortification before he gave up his hand--he's never even broken a bone. And he's relied on his body as his instrument for spellcasting for so many years (relatively speaking), that losing it makes him feel hollow, off balance. Out of tune.
He's so preoccupied with his missing limb, he feels like everyone else is too. But J doesn't spare it more than a glance. And he doesn't subtly recoil from Matt--the perfect opposite, actually, as he reaches out to towards his hair. Matt's eyebrows climb, but he doesn't resist the contact. He's only very still for a moment, breathing gently.
When J produces the lavender sprig, his lips quirk. ]
Oh, uh ... that's very kind of you. [ J tucks the lavender coquettishly behind his ear, and Matt's crooked expression widens into an actual smile. Come to think, when's the last time someone asked him for dinner and it wasn't after they'd just smacked him on the astral plane? Much less with some pastoral balcony-like moment. ] Dinner sounds like fun, thanks.
[ Feeling less self-conscious than he has in weeks, Matt descends the stairs. ]
This is nice, by the way, [ he adds as he draws up beside J, in a lower tone. The fingers of his right hand make a gesture that indicates J's whole deal. ] I mean, I like the real you, but I can see how this would be a little more expedient.
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He's so preoccupied with his missing limb, he feels like everyone else is too. But J doesn't spare it more than a glance. And he doesn't subtly recoil from Matt--the perfect opposite, actually, as he reaches out to towards his hair. Matt's eyebrows climb, but he doesn't resist the contact. He's only very still for a moment, breathing gently.
When J produces the lavender sprig, his lips quirk. ]
Oh, uh ... that's very kind of you. [ J tucks the lavender coquettishly behind his ear, and Matt's crooked expression widens into an actual smile. Come to think, when's the last time someone asked him for dinner and it wasn't after they'd just smacked him on the astral plane? Much less with some pastoral balcony-like moment. ] Dinner sounds like fun, thanks.
[ Feeling less self-conscious than he has in weeks, Matt descends the stairs. ]
This is nice, by the way, [ he adds as he draws up beside J, in a lower tone. The fingers of his right hand make a gesture that indicates J's whole deal. ] I mean, I like the real you, but I can see how this would be a little more expedient.