[Interesting. While they’re on the subject, V is reminded of a passing phrase of Prompto, something to do with undead royalty, but deigns not to ask just yet.
A hand to reach out and take the mug, feeling the warmth emanating and the scent of herbal tea catching in his nostrils. V blows out a breath across its surface, making steam wisp in the other direction.]
But here, in this place, he could not. Because this world ‘humanizes’ them, for whatever reason that might be.
[As applied to him, that’s increasingly ironic. But it meant that his powers were tamped down and inaccessible, any sliver of demonic power V still possessed now asleep.] I wonder if that’s a… purposeful choice.
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A hand to reach out and take the mug, feeling the warmth emanating and the scent of herbal tea catching in his nostrils. V blows out a breath across its surface, making steam wisp in the other direction.]
But here, in this place, he could not. Because this world ‘humanizes’ them, for whatever reason that might be.
[As applied to him, that’s increasingly ironic. But it meant that his powers were tamped down and inaccessible, any sliver of demonic power V still possessed now asleep.] I wonder if that’s a… purposeful choice.