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boxofmatches2013-03-05 02:49 am
rockindisjoint) wrote in boxofmatches2013-03-05 02:49 am
Lets see if we can't force a character idea! And also force carpal tunnel to set in early.
To be frank about it, the Prince of Witchkin was bored. Normally, he could /hand/le (heh heh) his unfortunate situation; he had learned to deal with his inevitably temporary state. Not that he really /enjoyed/ it. He didn’t really sign up to be an over-glorified piece of jewelry; his corruption spreading only a little over the wrist of his host like a stain inverting his vessel’s skin tone and painting it with the dimly luminous henna that was his runes. It just---Hey this imprisonment stuff happened to the best of them, alright?? Jeez.
It was just that the long, tedious moments like this, though, that’s what really got him wired and antsy. His host was in one of the many, many, pointless and dull conversations the vessel tended to bungle into. It was pretty lame, really. The Prince could only take so many of these shows of social flustering before it became /necessary/ for his mental health to tune it right out.
Also did he mention it was boring? Because /boy/ was it boring. But his host’s uncorrupted hand was lying out on the table, motionless and vulnerable. It was practically forgotten-as much as a limb can be forgotten, anyway. (Which wasn’t as easy as you’d think!! Despite only having control of a hand, the Prince still occasionally had the sensation of a full body when he was in his less lucid moments. It was a jarring, ghostly sensation. He wouldn’t recommend it to anybody.)
So, the Prince figured he may as well have some fun and entertain himself. It took a bit of finger work to get across the table, (Not that he really cared if his host’s quaint little conversational partner noticed his movements or not. Let the vessel figure some excuse out because he certainly didn’t care.) but eventually reached his target and cupped his fingers overtop the curled up, normal hand.
c-r-i-c-k
Hm. His position wasn’t quite right. Just gotta shift a little, put some oomph into the wrist twist…
C-R-A-C-K
Hah hah! There we go. That popping of the joins sounded way more on par. Maybe if he hadn’t been born a Prince he could have been a masseuse. …Pbhff, as if. Now, to see if he could make this fun.
CRUNCH
Oh, now that one sounded like it hurt~!!
CRACK-CRUNCH
C-R-U-N-C-H!!
It was just that the long, tedious moments like this, though, that’s what really got him wired and antsy. His host was in one of the many, many, pointless and dull conversations the vessel tended to bungle into. It was pretty lame, really. The Prince could only take so many of these shows of social flustering before it became /necessary/ for his mental health to tune it right out.
Also did he mention it was boring? Because /boy/ was it boring. But his host’s uncorrupted hand was lying out on the table, motionless and vulnerable. It was practically forgotten-as much as a limb can be forgotten, anyway. (Which wasn’t as easy as you’d think!! Despite only having control of a hand, the Prince still occasionally had the sensation of a full body when he was in his less lucid moments. It was a jarring, ghostly sensation. He wouldn’t recommend it to anybody.)
So, the Prince figured he may as well have some fun and entertain himself. It took a bit of finger work to get across the table, (Not that he really cared if his host’s quaint little conversational partner noticed his movements or not. Let the vessel figure some excuse out because he certainly didn’t care.) but eventually reached his target and cupped his fingers overtop the curled up, normal hand.
c-r-i-c-k
Hm. His position wasn’t quite right. Just gotta shift a little, put some oomph into the wrist twist…
C-R-A-C-K
Hah hah! There we go. That popping of the joins sounded way more on par. Maybe if he hadn’t been born a Prince he could have been a masseuse. …Pbhff, as if. Now, to see if he could make this fun.
CRUNCH
Oh, now that one sounded like it hurt~!!
CRACK-CRUNCH
C-R-U-N-C-H!!
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So she raises an eyebrow at the other before flat-out asking - "Hey, you alright?"