- Pronoun
- They/Them
Ghaspius more than gladly handed off the vials of jasmine to Andre, Wes, and any other interested parties. "Just uncork, take a nice big whiff, and cork again. Should relax the body a bit," he said in a gentler voice than usual, as though he were trying to comfort a patient. "Be careful not to spill it on yourself though. Nothing harmful, but it will sting your nostrils a bit."
He observed the light offered with a lidded, cautious gaze. His eyes darted to Isidora, recalling how she had acted once before when offered Radiance. And yet, seeing her more certain, grounded made him smile. If she could handle it at that potency, then perhaps he could, too.
As reached out, an unwavering sense of ease washed over him as his sway slowed. "Everything's gonna be groovy," he couldn't help but mumble aloud as his soft smile turned into a wide grin. Everything was gonna be fiiiiine. They'd figure out a way through the maze of a terminal, stop whatever bad dudes were down there, and everyone was gonna be a-okay and no one would be meaningfully harmed. And if they did, he'd find a way to heal it off, no problem.
The Mismagius's usual sway returned as his nerves washed away in the puddle of light that thankfully only mildly plugged his ears as he moved forward to match Bellatrix's pace.
He observed the light offered with a lidded, cautious gaze. His eyes darted to Isidora, recalling how she had acted once before when offered Radiance. And yet, seeing her more certain, grounded made him smile. If she could handle it at that potency, then perhaps he could, too.
As reached out, an unwavering sense of ease washed over him as his sway slowed. "Everything's gonna be groovy," he couldn't help but mumble aloud as his soft smile turned into a wide grin. Everything was gonna be fiiiiine. They'd figure out a way through the maze of a terminal, stop whatever bad dudes were down there, and everyone was gonna be a-okay and no one would be meaningfully harmed. And if they did, he'd find a way to heal it off, no problem.
The Mismagius's usual sway returned as his nerves washed away in the puddle of light that thankfully only mildly plugged his ears as he moved forward to match Bellatrix's pace.