[he's grateful for the reassurance, really, and it shows in the earnest expression that Styx flashes his partner; there's never been any saving him when lies were involved, however, and so his dead tone still betrays the unhappiness roiling inside him. how many more times would they be forced to do this? how much closer would he dance towards the edge without knowing? he doesn't want to cause real damage...but all it takes is one moment of distraction.
...ah. some of the turnskin's hair had been jostled in all the movement. without thinking, he clumsily presses it back into place.]
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[he's grateful for the reassurance, really, and it shows in the earnest expression that Styx flashes his partner; there's never been any saving him when lies were involved, however, and so his dead tone still betrays the unhappiness roiling inside him. how many more times would they be forced to do this? how much closer would he dance towards the edge without knowing? he doesn't want to cause real damage...but all it takes is one moment of distraction.
...ah. some of the turnskin's hair had been jostled in all the movement. without thinking, he clumsily presses it back into place.]
How's the Cwyld looking on him?