🤓 ( TUTOR ) - sender receiver has been tutoring receiver sender and uses other means of encouragement to help them learn. // something something …. duke helping with ethan’s mold powers and using That to encourage him ….. idk are u seeing the vision
The tea is eyebright and rosemary, for mental clarity. The Duke takes a sip, not because he needs it, but because serving tea to a guest when you take none yourself is suspicious. He sets the cup down and folds his hands over his stomach, lacing his fingers together.
"The healing is, of course, the greatest benefit," he says with a lightly teasing tone to his voice- it's probably very redundant to mention that to Ethan, given the places his life has gone. "But there's no skill involved in that. What makes the mold truly special are its psychic effects." He raises his hands in a grand gesture and proclaims, semi-facetiously- "The great mycelium of the black god connects us all."
He pours Ethan some tea.
"You've had odd dreams lately, hm?" The Duke asks, looking at Ethan with his head tilted down, silver eyes shining and half-lidded. "That's how you know the connections are already there, ready to be made use of. Now, all there is to do is try and control them."
The Duke sits back in his chair, and gestures to the teacup.
"Take a sip, steel yourself, then try to get inside my head." He can't help but chuckle. "I promise to go easy on you."
He gathers up a few thoughts in his head and holds onto them, poring over the details so that if Ethan can see them at all, they'll be clear as day.
An oak tree on a hill, under the afternoon sun.
A gunshot, then a deer falling dead by a hunter's rifle.
Ethan himself, stripped to the waist, being appraised by the Duke's own big, dexterous hands.
...That last one might have just been in there to get a reaction.
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