You're awfully hard to please. This is me when I'm in a cuddly mood!
[Poor Esikko-kun. Hiyori's been too irritated with him to muster much sympathy in the past week or so, but now he can manage. Everything's always miserable in his life, and his emotions are dreary to match. But he has something like a partner here, so it's not always terrible, is it?
Maybe he can be taught to appreciate the little things. Like a lovely garden view, or sharing warmth with someone else. Hiyori lies his head on top of his, then reaches for Esikko's hand. Weiss took his hand when she shared her own warmth and taught him how to do this, so that's what he should do too, right?
"Think of something that will make you calm and happy." That's what she told him, and so that's what he does, recalling the same lullaby from Jun he used last time.]
♪~♪~♪
[He hums along to the memory softly, and after a moment his Aura activates. It manifests as a glow that envelopes him—the appearance depends on the person, apparently, and his is almost blindingly bright and sparkly. The brightest she'd ever seen, she said! That glow brings warmth along with it, starting from their joined hands, spreading from palms to fingertips and then traveling up their arms. It settles over their heads like a blanket. Hiyori opens his eyes.]
See? Like that! ♪
[That bright and dazzling glow fades away after a moment, but the warmth doesn't leave with it.]
( When the aura begins to form, Esikko finally slips out of that tired looking frown and into a small little smile. Maybe whoever taught Hiyori this said it wasn't magic, maybe they don't consider it such, but— he reaches his free hand out to run through the sparkles, useless in everything except gesture. Like pressing a hand through a ray of sunlight itself, and just as warming. )
This is most certainly magic...
( His voice is soft, though, fond, and he lets his hand rest back down, the other one still nestled easily in Hiyori's hold. )
To me, anyway. Magic varies from person to person, so it makes sense that any sort of projection you create would be unique like this. Hmm, what does it use... Does it take some energy? A little bit of stamina, perhaps?
[He watches that hand reach out to grasp the sparkles, just in time for them to fade. Between that and the comment about magic, he gets the sense that he's impressed him, and that's nice.]
That's what I thought! But if it is, that would mean I can do magic now, correct?
[And that thought sure is a doozy. Not that he dislikes it.
In response to the question about stamina,]
I'm not really sure! She did say it can drain, though. And that it drains faster when I'm sharing it with people. So maybe it does take stamina.
[He pauses, still leaning against Esikko, still basking in the newfound work. It doesn't completely drive away the bone-deep chill, but it feels like sweet relief every time, akin to coming indoors after being outside in the cold. And it feels like that for Esikko, too, doesn't it? He continues,]
I feel like it's also a matter of will, though. For example, just now I wanted to share my warmth with you, so I willed it into existence. Which is exactly what I've always wanted to do. Or it's who I want to be, rather: someone like the sun, who can drive away all the cold and darkness in the world.
( It's unusually soft, coming from Esikko, but his suit has been flaring up off and on, and his emotions are in knots. Knots of feelings that have always had the capability to show themselves, but have normally done so in far more unhinged manners. This resort is simultaneously a whole new expanse of worlds opened up to him, and a gilded cage.
Right now, there's this strange juxtaposition of sadness and relief that he can't explain. He doesn't know why it's coming here, with Hiyori, in response to some foreign magic that's nearly wholly useless. It's showy, it's... warm, and it's nice, and it's almost comforting. Useless...?
His heart aches with loneliness even as a small, genuine smile persists, his eyes closing from his own exhaustion. Like this, maybe he can pretend that he's with anyone that he wants to be trying to share warmth with him, with any of the backs he's been chasing for one reason or another. But Hiyori is one of those too, in a way— the false idea of a "friend" that doesn't quite seem right. Familiar, in a way, to one or two relationships from home, to people close to him physically, but only out of obligation.
He thinks that, maybe, he needs to start showing his own worth a little more, to make sure these scraps of company don't vanish completely. )
But your music at the beach was like that, too, you know. ( Kind, from him? His voice is barely above a whisper. ) It felt a little like magic. Not anything like when you speak.
( A light jab, all things considered, to offset the oddity of his kind words. )
The prince's voice sounds softer than usual. Hiyori glances at him, but mainly just sees the top of his head at this angle (blond roots included). Despite the connection, he can't quite grasp what Esikko's feeling. There's some underlying sadness somewhere in there, but at least he doesn't seem worried at the moment, and that's good. While they're like this, it'd be best if he could let his worries melt away.
It comes as a surprise when Esikko brings up the beach concert, the complimenting triggering a little burst of happiness and pride.]
So you were dazzled! ♪
[He sounds audibly pleased to go along with it.]
That just makes it sound like there's something wrong with the way I talk! But I do think songs are the universal language. They have the power to reach people's hearts, lift up their spirits, and speak to something inside themselves that they might not have known how to express. All that could be considered a kind of magic, I suppose. I know that's someone's motto...
[He thinks of "that" unit while staring down at his hand, examining his two remaining gold strings.]
( At the dazzle comment, Esikko just breathes out a little laugh. It's not denial, even if it's also not agreement— but that should be enough, right? He's already said enough of a compliment. Eyes still closed, he at least hums in agreement at the next part; music certainly is a language of its own. )
I do enjoy it, when I can. Could, really... I wasn't allowed out of the palace very often, but music travels a fair amount of distance, so I could hear it from the window during celebrations or festivals.
( He also hums sometimes, when he's writing in his journal, when he's alone, when he wants to focus, or get his mind off of something. But never in company. )
["Wasn't allowed." Now that's sad. He keeps that useless thought to himself for once, alongside any quips about princesses locked in towers, but maybe Esikko can feel the slight pang of sympathy. It's not the same as Eichi-kun watching idols on TV from his hospital bed, but it is sad.
Still.]
Well, here you can listen from up close! It's just a shame there's no proper stage, let alone a concert arena. They seem to offer every kind of entertainment except that. I know there's that dance club, but the music there is a bit too loud if you ask me.
[He sighs in disapproval.
Before immediately imbuing his voice with some more pep.]
But that just means we idols have to make our own entertainment. And I'm able to turn absolutely anywhere into a stage ♪ I'll just have to keep you posted about our next activities!
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[Poor Esikko-kun. Hiyori's been too irritated with him to muster much sympathy in the past week or so, but now he can manage. Everything's always miserable in his life, and his emotions are dreary to match. But he has something like a partner here, so it's not always terrible, is it?
Maybe he can be taught to appreciate the little things. Like a lovely garden view, or sharing warmth with someone else. Hiyori lies his head on top of his, then reaches for Esikko's hand. Weiss took his hand when she shared her own warmth and taught him how to do this, so that's what he should do too, right?
"Think of something that will make you calm and happy." That's what she told him, and so that's what he does, recalling the same lullaby from Jun he used last time.]
♪~♪~♪
[He hums along to the memory softly, and after a moment his Aura activates. It manifests as a glow that envelopes him—the appearance depends on the person, apparently, and his is almost blindingly bright and sparkly. The brightest she'd ever seen, she said! That glow brings warmth along with it, starting from their joined hands, spreading from palms to fingertips and then traveling up their arms. It settles over their heads like a blanket. Hiyori opens his eyes.]
See? Like that! ♪
[That bright and dazzling glow fades away after a moment, but the warmth doesn't leave with it.]
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This is most certainly magic...
( His voice is soft, though, fond, and he lets his hand rest back down, the other one still nestled easily in Hiyori's hold. )
To me, anyway. Magic varies from person to person, so it makes sense that any sort of projection you create would be unique like this. Hmm, what does it use... Does it take some energy? A little bit of stamina, perhaps?
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That's what I thought! But if it is, that would mean I can do magic now, correct?
[And that thought sure is a doozy. Not that he dislikes it.
In response to the question about stamina,]
I'm not really sure! She did say it can drain, though. And that it drains faster when I'm sharing it with people. So maybe it does take stamina.
[He pauses, still leaning against Esikko, still basking in the newfound work. It doesn't completely drive away the bone-deep chill, but it feels like sweet relief every time, akin to coming indoors after being outside in the cold. And it feels like that for Esikko, too, doesn't it? He continues,]
I feel like it's also a matter of will, though. For example, just now I wanted to share my warmth with you, so I willed it into existence. Which is exactly what I've always wanted to do. Or it's who I want to be, rather: someone like the sun, who can drive away all the cold and darkness in the world.
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( It's unusually soft, coming from Esikko, but his suit has been flaring up off and on, and his emotions are in knots. Knots of feelings that have always had the capability to show themselves, but have normally done so in far more unhinged manners. This resort is simultaneously a whole new expanse of worlds opened up to him, and a gilded cage.
Right now, there's this strange juxtaposition of sadness and relief that he can't explain. He doesn't know why it's coming here, with Hiyori, in response to some foreign magic that's nearly wholly useless. It's showy, it's... warm, and it's nice, and it's almost comforting. Useless...?
His heart aches with loneliness even as a small, genuine smile persists, his eyes closing from his own exhaustion. Like this, maybe he can pretend that he's with anyone that he wants to be trying to share warmth with him, with any of the backs he's been chasing for one reason or another. But Hiyori is one of those too, in a way— the false idea of a "friend" that doesn't quite seem right. Familiar, in a way, to one or two relationships from home, to people close to him physically, but only out of obligation.
He thinks that, maybe, he needs to start showing his own worth a little more, to make sure these scraps of company don't vanish completely. )
But your music at the beach was like that, too, you know. ( Kind, from him? His voice is barely above a whisper. ) It felt a little like magic. Not anything like when you speak.
( A light jab, all things considered, to offset the oddity of his kind words. )
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The prince's voice sounds softer than usual. Hiyori glances at him, but mainly just sees the top of his head at this angle (blond roots included). Despite the connection, he can't quite grasp what Esikko's feeling. There's some underlying sadness somewhere in there, but at least he doesn't seem worried at the moment, and that's good. While they're like this, it'd be best if he could let his worries melt away.
It comes as a surprise when Esikko brings up the beach concert, the complimenting triggering a little burst of happiness and pride.]
So you were dazzled! ♪
[He sounds audibly pleased to go along with it.]
That just makes it sound like there's something wrong with the way I talk! But I do think songs are the universal language. They have the power to reach people's hearts, lift up their spirits, and speak to something inside themselves that they might not have known how to express. All that could be considered a kind of magic, I suppose. I know that's someone's motto...
[He thinks of "that" unit while staring down at his hand, examining his two remaining gold strings.]
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I do enjoy it, when I can. Could, really... I wasn't allowed out of the palace very often, but music travels a fair amount of distance, so I could hear it from the window during celebrations or festivals.
( He also hums sometimes, when he's writing in his journal, when he's alone, when he wants to focus, or get his mind off of something. But never in company. )
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Still.]
Well, here you can listen from up close! It's just a shame there's no proper stage, let alone a concert arena. They seem to offer every kind of entertainment except that. I know there's that dance club, but the music there is a bit too loud if you ask me.
[He sighs in disapproval.
Before immediately imbuing his voice with some more pep.]
But that just means we idols have to make our own entertainment. And I'm able to turn absolutely anywhere into a stage ♪ I'll just have to keep you posted about our next activities!