Zenos Galvus

Hm...

[He carefully considered her suggestion, then nodded]

I would enjoy that, actually.

To be frank, I am unsure.

[His prosthetic looked and felt (to him) more like a skeleton than an actual arm. Perhaps because technology wasn't quite there yet, or he missed his own arm.]

Perhaps I will pick up something ranged. Or mayhap I learn to use this power I have, instead of brute strength.

More than likely... Perhaps a new weapon is in order, however.

[He does his best to be gentle with her, cold metal pressing against her skin as he turns his palm to cup her cheek.]

[He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead]

I know,it’s cute…

[he smiled, then nodded]

Just this morning, actually. While it functions the same as any normal arm, I…cannot feel your skin. I am also certain that the metal is not entirely pleasant to touch.

[He looks away]

I broke my scythe.

[he pulls her into an embrace with his usual tired smile. His normal arm hooked around her back, while his Magitek hand came up to caress her cheek]

I tease, darling. While it is in my memory, I will not bring it up, so do not worry.

I do not think I am capable of forgetting.

[Thankfully he was bulky enough to prevent her from flying back and hurting herself]

I am impressed you got stuck to begin with.

I am trying, my love...

[He considers his options, then cold cermet and steel is moving into the machine with the other. He gently applies force, begining to pull her out]

Hmhm~

[he chuckles softly, poking her butt a few more times before looking at how she even managed to get herself stuck]

How did you manage to get your knees in here?

[Gently, he pushed his hand into the hole with her, trying to feel if there was something keeping her stuck]

I would say that you look like you need help getting out, but......I am quite impressed that you managed to get stuck in the first place.

To start, Xande tore my arm off. It’s. A long story. [Cermet and metal seemed to be molded perfectly and with care into his shoulder, this wasn’t some botched job, it was done by someone who loved him.]

Mother- Aji installed it. With limited resources, we are having to do it in segments.

[he's stood off to her side, her kicks really dont even come close. He chuckles, poking her butt again.]

Yes, mewling. If I were anything but who I am, I would say this is a rather.../compromising/ position you find yourself in, my love/

I wondered what that mewling was about.

[His hand pats her butt]

Is this not resting?

[Even now, he had time to tease.]

[he drags the portion of newly installed magitek into view, the scrape of metal on tile was loud and obnoxious, but thankfully short lived.]

Find a way to dampen my senses until this process is completed.

[Where his right arm and shoulder once was, was now a custom piece of magitek.]

"Mn."

There were no words, yet were Dian to look, she would see that the first parts of his arm were being rebuilt.

Your presence is a balm.

[He did nod, confirming he's still in pain, but managing it.]

Nay, he is my Mother's son. He is my half-brother, as are the rest of my siblings.

[Markus had grabbed a lock of his hair and tugged]

Olwen...

[He had sensed her urge to tense, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he continued to rub]

The tile is cool, and my nerves are on fire. Nothing is easing the pain, and even if it did, it would only be temporary.

[groaning loudly]

Must you?

[laying face first in the nice, cool tile. He’s really going through it.]

It will be hot, Aurelia.

[He shuffles over next to her, taking a spoon for himself and trying it.]

Ahh…

[The pot of stew in question quietly bubbled away. The meat and vegetables as soft and flavorful as they could get.]

Mm... smells wonderful. Mother outdid herself.

Perhaps Mother will have a solution in time.

[He smiles softly, continuing what he was doing. His fingers eventually found their way to behind her ear, they rubbed small circles, pressing in just slightly for the pressure.]

She dropped it off this morning; it's been on the stove simmering since.

[He stands with some effort]

easing them backwards, off his lap.]

Go.

Lick your wounded pride. I must tend to these before Olwen kills me for getting blood on her floors.

affections? Then you must earn it.

Prove to me your desires true, and /maybe/ I will consider granting you the joy of combat once I am recovered.

Otherwise…are you worth my time?

[He released his grip, making it seem like he was going to allow Izumi to fall backwards, yet he caught them. Gently+

that is worthy of that from me?

[Bit by bit his memories returned, like puzzle pieces coated in a hazy film.]

You consistently assume I am the same man I was when I was still your legatus. When I was your prince. I am not. I have not been that man for a long time.

You want my attention? My+

I have no desire to be killed by you. Just as I have no desire to kill you.

[He forced them to face him.]

You want my attention and approval so bad, yet for all your lashings out you still do not get what you desire. I wonder why that is. You wish for me to call you “friend”, what have you done+