--------------- the way her hands shuffle. the way her body jumps. everything about her was so mesmerizing. ivor could sit and gander for hours, watching her complete even the most menial of tasks. trivial activities that one does daily, and he would be so intrigued by her life. she is simply reaching into her pockets and grabbing him gear for this occasion. despite obtaining something in such a minute way, it still left the alchemist in a trance. that is true, deep love. and every waking second he felt it for her, just like they did when they were younger.
--------------- as their hands touch, ivor lingers. dark stare is drifted toward the limbs. their longing fingers brushing against each other. her skin was covered, albeit the lanky, boney hands could still picture the sensation as if it was bare. there is no touch quite like ellegaard's. something gentle, yet firm -- the grasp rather intense. it was the touch of a champion. someone who was beautiful. someone who was intelligent. hands squeeze hers. they try to pull her in closer; her body steps away. how disappointing. but alas, as much as he yearns for their intimacy, one must never stop a genius from their work. and if there was ever a genius ivor knew, it was his lover.
--------------- eyes dart back to her face as she steps away. hungry for her, they take in every bit they can. well, the bits that aren't covered up and hidden by protective gear. though lovestruck in the moment, ivor didn't recognize how utterly enthralled he was until she began speaking again. brows lift and embarrassment settles over him. he was swift to fix himself.
--------------- he grows quiet as she sets the sensor down. the undulating tentacles waving about as it sprawls back to life. awkward, little thing, isn't it? so odd, but yet so fascinating. it took everything in ivor's power not to walk up and tug on one of those tendrils. he wondered what it could do for alchemy. surely there had to be something, right? redstone itself was used to increase longevity of such elixirs. surely the tentacles on the sculk would do something, right?
--------------- however, this wasn't the place. in the end, it was the engineer's time to shine. and she had brought him along for the ride.
--------------- " lamps can be finnicky. even without a signal they can stay powered a little too long. they might confuse you. " he begins, hand going to his beard. brain ponders for a moment, trying to recollect all knowledge of redstone he had learned over the past years. most of it was from the woman before him, along with a few tips he learned from his own hands. after a moment, he pulls out a bit of iron from his inventory and hands it over.
--------------- " you are the boss around here so it is your choice. however, i say we use an iron door. " a smug look of confidence as ellegaard snags the material from his hands. " they can't be opened without some sort of signal, and it'll be much more responsive than a light ever could. but even if you don't, it's always nice to have a few spare pieces of iron around. "