Oh, she absolutely just wanted to toy with him. That was the whole purpose of her being here, and bothering the alchemist right now. Lilli isn’t so sure if her words, and actions, make him nervous. There is at least nothing showing on Spes face. He was great at hiding emotions. Something they apparently had in common. But the she also didn’t wanted to go to far right now. Scaring him a little was fun and all, but she didn’t wanted to push the other far enough to start a fight or anything. That wasn’t her goal.
The mage is silent for a long while, just staring at Spes, smirking of course the whole time. She even let the shadows dance around them, making it even obvious now that she was manipulating them, though she isn’t breaking eye contact for a second. And then he speaks again. Telling her straight that he wasn’t trying to sabotage the ship. He wasn’t dancing around the question this time. Lilli isn’t so sure if it is a lie. Something tells her it is though. But it is what she wanted to hear from him. A simple answer to her question.
And for a moment, she is still silent before suddenly a chuckle escaped her, and she turned away from the scientist. And with her turning away the shadows in the room also seemed to have disappeared. As if someone had turned on the light suddenly.
… Okay? That’s all she gotta say to that? No doubting his words?… Apparently no. Okay then… The mage then strolls slowly off towards the door, giving Spes finally more space to breath again.
“ Vell, because you aren’t sabotaging shit here… “
And there she turns her head again in his direction, watching him out of the corner of her eyes while standing once more in the door.
“ You really should vatch your back next time. Because if one of zhe tin-cans catches you, zhey might get very angry. “
Oh. She absolutely doesn’t believe him at all. But she also just told him to be more careful… at least she told him in her own weird way. Good enough. And then the shadowmancer just smiles, before waving at the man, and strolling out of the door.
“ Vell, zhen see ya Spessy~! “
————— after all the tension that rose between them, her turning around actually managed to make him wince. it’s just the slightest of movements, almost invisible to the eye, but for polokus if he feels it inside of him. all his body going extremely tense for a second and leaving his muscles sore, the gasp barely held back that makes his throat hurt, and the adrenaline, god the adrenaline. he feels like he had run the marathon in a fraction of a second. and it makes him kind of sick.
and as she starts to head towards the door, and his ears catch that okay then, spes doesn’t even know what to feel anymore. her finally getting further from him, having space to breathe, it’s giving him life again - but the way she just accepts it, and she walks away, like everything’s alright... it makes him extremely paranoiac. what is she doing? is she trying to catch him off guard? is she toying with him even more? what is she doing? wh... what the fuck is she doing...?!
spes doesn’t really do anything. he doesn’t know what to do. he keeps standing in the same position, simply following her with the gaze, silent like many had tried to have him and just a few before did. he can only try to keep his breath steady, just a little more, as she arrives at the door, and then turn her head in his direction.
completely cutting his breath.
you should really vatch your back next time.
because if one of zhe tin-cans catches you,
zhey might get very angry.
and then she goes, and in a moment she’s gone.
and he can’t say anything.
not even the ‘spessy’ gets a reaction out of him. the rush of panic is too much, and too strong, for him to think of anything if not to stand still. letting the adrenaline pass, calm down before going out, having his hands relax at least slightly to be able to pretend nothing happened.
his arms slowly lower to the sides, and his breath, while funny, manages to remain as regular as possible. he gets out of the room stiff but walking quite normally, and the way to his and ales’ room is made so mechanically that he just... kind of finds himself there, at some point.
he closes the door behind him, slowly, before leaning his back on it.
and as the adrenaline goes completely, his legs give up, making him slide down gently until he’s sitting on the floor. the control over his breath is suddenly gone, making it irregular and heavy, and he slowly starts to disconnect from the world.
he can only think the worst.
he can only think they’re dead.
and he wants to scream and cry, but he’s unable to. all he can do is to shiver in that corner, pressing himself against the door, feeling just fear and hopelessness.
he never wanted to be home more than now.
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