[ he looks at her for what seems like an eternity. the pleasant smile on his lips eases, fades away; for a moment, those beautiful eyes seem- analytic? distant? something like that. less fae playfulness and more the dulled edge of cold iron.
and then he frowns, putting a hand on his hip even as he holds the other out to ai. ]
...mm, something like that? Though I won't complain if we skip the formalities. [ he leans forward, squinting down at ai, and for all the appearance of focus it still seems softer than that moment earlier. ] Hey now, this is just an educated guess, but... You really don't understand what it is you've just done, do you? Are you some kind of magecraft prodigy? Or perhaps a playwright of some renown?
i rewrote this tag twice before i decided to stick with my initial principle of "no monologue"
and then he frowns, putting a hand on his hip even as he holds the other out to ai. ]
...mm, something like that? Though I won't complain if we skip the formalities. [ he leans forward, squinting down at ai, and for all the appearance of focus it still seems softer than that moment earlier. ] Hey now, this is just an educated guess, but... You really don't understand what it is you've just done, do you? Are you some kind of magecraft prodigy? Or perhaps a playwright of some renown?