INSOLENCE. osaa had no problem with listening to the . opinions of others. so be daan has some complaint. mage assumed all he were was a bundle of complaints. man who was once boy of sylvian. he thinks about future for a brief moment. where would daan wander too? he wasn't particularly good at filling up rooms, he existed like mold no matter where he went. its due to these assumptions yellow mage takes it upon himself to cure @voidfeast , better spirits would keep his wits sharp. master in his hand— shakes of the head as he nods. “ it should work daan. do not flinch. i have hurt you by now. you are skittish as a field mouse doctor. ” a scoff that turns into a hum. deep in his throat. shake as sucken eyes bore into the other man's. he knew when he himself stared into the empty sockets it shook his ass into gear.
seemingly his help was not appreciated. ( DAAN INQUIRED: "could you get that thing off my face? i know it's not particularly unique anymore considering the stuff we've seen so far, but it's still a decapitated head" UNPROMPTED 𖤓. CLOSED. ) scoff as he shakes his head, clay jewelry clinks together with each movement. “ i have seen worse then a beheaded master. suppose i will have to be more gentle with my approach. stand. ” they had borrowed time but osaa could make an exception, from mission and horrors lurking.
fog hid bodies they'd already dealt with. hands clutches shoulders. hard to tell whether daan is impressed or not. man doesn't care which answer it were. he stares as yellow irises stare. gently shaking other back and fourth. shake free from his bones the parasite of insecurity. and all depression that sat like old hag on pale shoulders. “ you will be fine. you mustn't give into despair. like a leech it will ruin you. my friend you have much to learn about regulating your emotions. i will teach you. ” pat to cheek. hands remove themselves. “ we carry on. ”