"I'm a bastard for surprising you with that." he snickered, leaning in to kiss her forehead gently before drawing back to smile at her. "But trust me, it's better than scrunching up to brace for it."
Dropping his hands--which had started to go dangerously pale, specifically around his thumbs, Neil rubbed them together briskly as he channeled heat back into them, warming up again.
"Took me years to learn to do that--ice my hands." he explained with a smile that was pure mischief. "Night Dragon taught me how to draw the fire into my core so I could travel through the tundra without freezing to death...so of course I figured out how to use it to prank my buddies in the barracks. Slow my heart rate, cool my skin--fake corpse. Trust me, it was fuckin' hilarious when I was sixteen. Figured out how to pull all the heat out by the time I was...twenty two? Twenty three? Somethin' like that. Anyway, it's a fun trick: fire mage with cold hands. Helps with icing injuries, shit like that."
Not unlike he had with her headache, the stream of chatter wasn't his usual babbling, just a soothing stream of background as he finished restoring the heat of his hands, then continued his impromptu triage of her curse-inflicted injuries.
"Anyway, most of this I'll just help you heal in bed--I want that ankle elevated." he finished, shifting to get to his feet so he could move around the bathroom. "Just one more thing, and we're done...whatever that gum did, there's still a chunk in your hair, right by your ear. Not big, but you sleep on that and you're gonna hate life in the morning...damn it--where's your brush, Beloved?"
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Re: 9/23: Regina's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day - around midnight
Date: 2018-10-15 07:47 pm (UTC)Dropping his hands--which had started to go dangerously pale, specifically around his thumbs, Neil rubbed them together briskly as he channeled heat back into them, warming up again.
"Took me years to learn to do that--ice my hands." he explained with a smile that was pure mischief. "Night Dragon taught me how to draw the fire into my core so I could travel through the tundra without freezing to death...so of course I figured out how to use it to prank my buddies in the barracks. Slow my heart rate, cool my skin--fake corpse. Trust me, it was fuckin' hilarious when I was sixteen. Figured out how to pull all the heat out by the time I was...twenty two? Twenty three? Somethin' like that. Anyway, it's a fun trick: fire mage with cold hands. Helps with icing injuries, shit like that."
Not unlike he had with her headache, the stream of chatter wasn't his usual babbling, just a soothing stream of background as he finished restoring the heat of his hands, then continued his impromptu triage of her curse-inflicted injuries.
"Anyway, most of this I'll just help you heal in bed--I want that ankle elevated." he finished, shifting to get to his feet so he could move around the bathroom. "Just one more thing, and we're done...whatever that gum did, there's still a chunk in your hair, right by your ear. Not big, but you sleep on that and you're gonna hate life in the morning...damn it--where's your brush, Beloved?"