Words... are incredibly important in magic, too. Words and shapes. When I draw something out, it's like writing— each shape carries a different meaning or purpose, and you connect them with the typical connectors to form something like a sentence...
( He's beginning to struggle to know what to go on about, and that's how he knows that Leo is getting to him. He would never run out of things to say about magic. He could ramble about it, excitedly, for hours at a time, for days if given the chance. But right now, it's rising warmth and focused affection without so much as a falter, and Esikko breathes in deeply to appreciate it, tiny squirms trying to relieve the tension that's building. )
The tone of a word can mean a huge difference, even if it's the same magic term. A plant blooming, or dried up roots, for example. It— ah—
( The yank of his belly button piercing after careful toying earns a surprised little gasp, met with the smallest lift of his hips. It means he's pressing himself further into Leo's mouth without any consideration for the rhythm he's set up, and that's enough to earn another little groan from him. Magic, magic, he got the gist of it out, didn't he? And he can expand on so much more later, when he has more focus, more time, less distraction. Right now, he wants to chase this feeling, this warmth, this attention. )
It's... important. ( What had he been saying? Ugh. )
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( He's beginning to struggle to know what to go on about, and that's how he knows that Leo is getting to him. He would never run out of things to say about magic. He could ramble about it, excitedly, for hours at a time, for days if given the chance. But right now, it's rising warmth and focused affection without so much as a falter, and Esikko breathes in deeply to appreciate it, tiny squirms trying to relieve the tension that's building. )
The tone of a word can mean a huge difference, even if it's the same magic term. A plant blooming, or dried up roots, for example. It— ah—
( The yank of his belly button piercing after careful toying earns a surprised little gasp, met with the smallest lift of his hips. It means he's pressing himself further into Leo's mouth without any consideration for the rhythm he's set up, and that's enough to earn another little groan from him. Magic, magic, he got the gist of it out, didn't he? And he can expand on so much more later, when he has more focus, more time, less distraction. Right now, he wants to chase this feeling, this warmth, this attention. )
It's... important. ( What had he been saying? Ugh. )