[ He's midway through a laugh when Mace swoops in for his stolen kiss, lips parted and curling up into a grin. Mace catches teeth a little at first until Ian can force the muscles of his mouth back down into proper form and kiss back.
It's short, it's simple, chaste, and despite that something unfurls low and wanting in his gut. This world - because it does feel like an entirely different world than his reality - has a tendency to amplify everything in him. Everything he feels gets cranked up ten notches, including the rippling effects of a kiss. The opposite end of the spectrum from his typically overwhelming fear.
It's good. Sweet, hot.
Enough that his eyes are a little dark when he peels them away to focus on creation - he angles his palm out instead of up maybe for the first time since they've been here, concentrated effort pulling minerals through the air - maybe from the stone walls around them, maybe from nowhere. Whatever the case, they begin to knit together before him almost like a shield.
Metal isn't hard, he works in metal. It's just the size of it. It's gonna take time - twenty minutes, maybe. ]
UC Berkeley.
[ His answer has less pride than it might've before all this; hard to feel accomplished in a fucking death cave. It used to matter, used to be significant to him because he came from nothing. His mother would be proud, if she lived long enough to know. ]
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It's short, it's simple, chaste, and despite that something unfurls low and wanting in his gut. This world - because it does feel like an entirely different world than his reality - has a tendency to amplify everything in him. Everything he feels gets cranked up ten notches, including the rippling effects of a kiss. The opposite end of the spectrum from his typically overwhelming fear.
It's good. Sweet, hot.
Enough that his eyes are a little dark when he peels them away to focus on creation - he angles his palm out instead of up maybe for the first time since they've been here, concentrated effort pulling minerals through the air - maybe from the stone walls around them, maybe from nowhere. Whatever the case, they begin to knit together before him almost like a shield.
Metal isn't hard, he works in metal. It's just the size of it. It's gonna take time - twenty minutes, maybe. ]
UC Berkeley.
[ His answer has less pride than it might've before all this; hard to feel accomplished in a fucking death cave. It used to matter, used to be significant to him because he came from nothing. His mother would be proud, if she lived long enough to know. ]
Adjunct, not tenured. But. I liked it.
[ A lot. He'll miss it. ]