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[crystallinelore]

INEVITABLE SPOILERS WITHIN, LOOK UPON AT YOUR OWN RISK

in any case we can do like, game aus, or "exarch summoned your character from another fuckin dimension", or THERE'S A WEIRD TOWER MADE OF CRYSTAL HERE NOW, WTF, or maybe it's been there as long as anyone can remember, or,

look feel free to comment with a pitch or make me pick or just make a starter, we can do whatever

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[crystallinelore]

[At least he's a flusterable person. More vulnerability, to add to the pile with how soft he is for his people.

Once they're both done and he's paid:]

Then let us be on our way to the Spagyrics.

[awakenerd]

[Whatever the Exarch's plans he's either the best actor or actually pretty soft. That's reassuring even if it's not enough for trust.]

Right right...

[He'll fall in step next to the exarch.]

[crystallinelore]

[ONWARD!! Chessamile gladly offers them one of her beds for their purpose after only menacing the Exarch a LITTLE, so that's. Nice.

He pulls a chair up to the side of the bed and seats himself.]

Please sit. You needn't lay down for this, most likely, but I thought it best not to take any risks.

[awakenerd]

[He sits on the bed, cross legged, leaning his chin on his hand, elbow on his knee.]

I didn't realize you wanted me in bed so badly.

[:3]

[crystallinelore]

Count yourself lucky I am not tying you down.

[Chessamile cackles across the room. It's probably unrelated.]

May I see your hand?

[awakenerd]

I'm not sure I should let you after that comment.

[crystallinelore]

You started it.

[he puts his crystal hand out though, palm up. come on.]

[awakenerd]

[He lifts his hand.... then gently grabs the Exarch's wrist, pulling his hand closer for G'raha to inspect instead.]

[crystallinelore]

[he sighs.]

Impatient. I was about to point out that we could make this a mutual examination, but here you are just going for it.

[awakenerd]

[He isn't even a little repentent as he spreads the Exarch's fingers and turns his pslm over, touching his crystal skin with light, thoughtful fingertips.]

You'd still be out ahead no matter how mutual you ask to make it. Unless you want to take that hood off after all?

[crystallinelore]

I most assuredly do not.

[but he's patiently letting G'raha check him out. The arm, at least, seems to be crystal the full way through. Translucent near the edges and the webbing of his fingers, even, where it's thinner. And it glows a little! Very much the crystal of the tower.]

[awakenerd]

[He holds the Exarch's hand up, looking at the light through it. Kids not the first time he's seen living crystal. And this crystal too. So many questions....

But at least he knows it's real. Feeling it with his fingers makes it undeniable.]

Hm...

This must have hurt.

[crystallinelore]

[...

he shrugs, lightly.]

Power always has a cost.

[awakenerd]

[He releases the arm and offers his own hand.]

Hmph.

[crystallinelore]

[quietly investigates his hand, then...]

This may destabilize you slightly, but 'tis important to check.

[and with that warning, tries feeding him some of his own aether.]

[awakenerd]

[Honestly G'raha doesn't even feel the Exarch feed him a flow of aether, it feels so familiar and warm just like himself that he takes a moment to realize that the Exarch has started.

For a moment it seems like nothing will happen... but the ambient imbalance in the world, the aetheric flow towards stasis... G'raha gasps, pain wrenching through his body as he feels himself begin to unravel. His grip on the Exarch's hand becomes a desperate vice as he feels himself fray.

Strangely it's the Exarch's touch, and the aether flowing from him, that steadies him. Weird since that's what started the painful reaction, isn't it? He can't quite think when hanging on desperately though. Even though outwardly it doesn't look too dramatic. Just G'raha doubling forward and whimpering while holding on to the Exarch, inwardly it sure feels painful as hell and yet also like he won't dissolve as long as he doesn't let go.]

[crystallinelore]

[Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's worse than he'd feared.]

G'raha Tia?

[he's stopping the flow of aether immediately, spooked.]

[awakenerd]

[That feels worse?? He can almost feel his own aether trying to flow back into the Exarch? What the fuck? He holds on though, because the Exarch still feels more stabilizing than anything.

He doesn't say anything while his aether normalizes. Finally managing when he thinks his voice is fine.]

I take it that wasn't supposed to happen

[crystallinelore]

[It scares him, G'raha's aether trying to come to the Exarch. He rejects it as gently as he can, but keeps holding him, trying to soothe.]

No, I... did not anticipate that at all.

I thought your aether would reject mine, at worst.

[not... whatever that was.]

[awakenerd]

[He's a solid ghost without a true body except his body is RIGHT THERE. His aether knows it even if G'raha doesn't.]

...Hmm.... this really isn't my area of study.

[crystallinelore]

Nor is it mine, as much as I have attempted to learn over the years...

[yeah the reason is starting to sink in.]

We shall have to be careful, with you.

[awakenerd]

...What do you think happened?

[crystallinelore]

I... am not confident enough in my theories to say, yet. I shall have to put thought into it.

[awakenerd]

...

[Well he doesn't know the Exarch is full of shit.]

I see. How annoying.

[He stretches and flops back.]

If you have an idea you should tell me. What if I trigger that again?

[crystallinelore]

It should not happen again unless someone specifically tries to give you aether, at least.