Now that she's said it, you can see it. You'd never thought of her face before, but Marduk looks almost exactly like you would've imagined: small, round, and thoroughly academic, although you hadn't anticipated the snaggletooth.
Although.. she's not that small. Her eyes are level with your horns, so she has to tilt her chin down just a little to make eye contact, and she's round in a way that lowbloods rarely achieve: not just weight padding muscle, like with Sipara, but honestly round, with dimples to her cheeks even though she's not smiling, and a certain green flush that implies regular access to food.
In short, she looks healthier than most greenbloods you've met. You're not sure what the Imperial Education Program is, but evidently, it's been treating her and Riccin quite well.
You take the proferred hand loosely and shake it. Handshakes are such a greenblood thing, and the way she automatically defaults to it, like you're not rust, is charming. Her skin is cool and soft against yours, and between that and the way you're still twined around Riccin's arm, the fabric cooling your skin, you're starting to feel drowsy.
Drowsy, but not actually tired enough to stop the sparks. You hastily pull back as a crackle of aura snaps off of your horn and flies towards her. "Sorry," you say. Your instinct is to duck your horns and back away, but that just flings more sparks free, and your arm is still looped through Riccin's. "Um. Try not to let them -"
Too late. Marduk flinches as a spark hits her skin and sizzles, and you flush. "Try not to let them touch you," you finishes, a bit lamely. "Sorry. Bad reaction to.. a drink. Ah. It's nice to meet you?"
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Now that she's said it, you can see it. You'd never thought of her face before, but Marduk looks almost exactly like you would've imagined: small, round, and thoroughly academic, although you hadn't anticipated the snaggletooth.
Although.. she's not that small. Her eyes are level with your horns, so she has to tilt her chin down just a little to make eye contact, and she's round in a way that lowbloods rarely achieve: not just weight padding muscle, like with Sipara, but honestly round, with dimples to her cheeks even though she's not smiling, and a certain green flush that implies regular access to food.
In short, she looks healthier than most greenbloods you've met. You're not sure what the Imperial Education Program is, but evidently, it's been treating her and Riccin quite well.
You take the proferred hand loosely and shake it. Handshakes are such a greenblood thing, and the way she automatically defaults to it, like you're not rust, is charming. Her skin is cool and soft against yours, and between that and the way you're still twined around Riccin's arm, the fabric cooling your skin, you're starting to feel drowsy.
Drowsy, but not actually tired enough to stop the sparks. You hastily pull back as a crackle of aura snaps off of your horn and flies towards her. "Sorry," you say. Your instinct is to duck your horns and back away, but that just flings more sparks free, and your arm is still looped through Riccin's. "Um. Try not to let them -"
Too late. Marduk flinches as a spark hits her skin and sizzles, and you flush. "Try not to let them touch you," you finishes, a bit lamely. "Sorry. Bad reaction to.. a drink. Ah. It's nice to meet you?"