( How is it that he manages to come across as both confident and clueless? It's something of a talent, Esikko thinks, and crossed with the warm feeling of fingers wrapping around him, it's driving him a little crazy. Not necessarily in a bad way, either...
He likes that request, of course. To talk about the thing he's passionate about, the thing he's spent every lifetime focusing on— he wants to. But it's different, the way he embraces his passion compared to Leo. Leo seems to be fine with stopping everything to write on whatever he can at the time and get it out of him. Esikko finds it vulnerable, finds it a little scary, to voice things that he has a great interest in at the risk of them shutting it down like everyone so often does...
Mrgh. He doesn't want to get too wrapped up in thoughts, doesn't want to worry when he's dealing with the tension of a growing arousal and Leo teasing him with a too gentle grip. )
The first spell... Wasn't anything impressive or anything, you know.
( His embarrassment crosses through, in him explaining like that, though his tone also carries weight, like leaning over a railing. He stretches himself a little, pressing his hips up, interested in more. Any more attention that he gets leads to falters in his breath, little pauses, and the like, but he speaks all the same: )
In the gardens of the palace, I used magic to grow a flower. I hadn't grasped what my best method for using it was, just yet, so I drew the patterns in the soil, and I placed offerings, lit candles... but the most that grew was a tiny sapling that withered away within the hour.
yay no worries! I am catching up on my inbox slowly tonight so it's good timing
He likes that request, of course. To talk about the thing he's passionate about, the thing he's spent every lifetime focusing on— he wants to. But it's different, the way he embraces his passion compared to Leo. Leo seems to be fine with stopping everything to write on whatever he can at the time and get it out of him. Esikko finds it vulnerable, finds it a little scary, to voice things that he has a great interest in at the risk of them shutting it down like everyone so often does...
Mrgh. He doesn't want to get too wrapped up in thoughts, doesn't want to worry when he's dealing with the tension of a growing arousal and Leo teasing him with a too gentle grip. )
The first spell... Wasn't anything impressive or anything, you know.
( His embarrassment crosses through, in him explaining like that, though his tone also carries weight, like leaning over a railing. He stretches himself a little, pressing his hips up, interested in more. Any more attention that he gets leads to falters in his breath, little pauses, and the like, but he speaks all the same: )
In the gardens of the palace, I used magic to grow a flower. I hadn't grasped what my best method for using it was, just yet, so I drew the patterns in the soil, and I placed offerings, lit candles... but the most that grew was a tiny sapling that withered away within the hour.