[ The messenger ruffles and soothes just as it had under Brandon's hand, softer and less oily to the touch than the black and iridescent sheen would have suggested. If this were any other situation, if his own preferences were something to be indulged rather than ignored, Brandon would watch Ivor as well, not insensible to the fact that his earlier projection can be easily turned back on him.
But it is quite impossible to forget where he is and who he stands before, so it's Hekate he watches, and Hekate's plausibly deniable agreement at which he shuts his eyes and smiles. ]
Then it will take your mind's eye wherever you want to go, after it's accepted you.
[ Brandon makes both hands flat beneath the messenger so that it might easily be taken. What he says is mostly true; it will certainly do that, though it requires no such adjustment time. It will do whatever Brandon tells it, including passing on information about how Hekate and Ivor use it, if they choose to. ]
[ Ivor looks up at Hekate with an expression that clearly demonstrates his longing. He most certainly wants the thing, even if she might be wary of it. His pleading look is considered impassively, but then she nods, a tiny little motion. That's all he needs, Ivor reaches out and gently takes the gift, cradling it in against his chest with such pleasure.
Hekate's eyes flicker up to Brandon then, placid. She does not want him to think that she can manipulated through her brother, the look on her face is there to say that her concessions to him are never without thought. ]
We'll see.
[ No promises, no thank yous. She motions Ivor to get up and come to her, he does, still staring down at the faceless bundle of feathers he holds. ]
[ He only glances at Ivor, and then only at his hands and the care with which he holds the messenger, which is pleasing. It still might be dissected, broken, or destroyed in due course, but the same can be said of everything he brought to the Morrison House as well as himself. He accepted those dangers before coming.
(The messenger itself trembles and twitches, as it would no matter who was holding it. Its movement is only smooth when free to fly around.)
Returning his gaze to Hekate, Brandon's expression gives her nothing but gratitude and restrained interest, no acknowledgment at all of her unspoken point. The difference between ignoring it and pretending it doesn't exist is both slight and important, the body language equivalent of I would never. He inclines his head to her and returns to his former spot to brush out the mark he made, the line of his shoulders relaxing. ]
Thank you. And keep it near to you while you sleep to let it grow accustomed. If you have any questions...
[ Brandon turns his hand palm up with a hint of irony as if to say I'm at your disposal, walking backward a step or two before turning to get back in the House. ]
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But it is quite impossible to forget where he is and who he stands before, so it's Hekate he watches, and Hekate's plausibly deniable agreement at which he shuts his eyes and smiles. ]
Then it will take your mind's eye wherever you want to go, after it's accepted you.
[ Brandon makes both hands flat beneath the messenger so that it might easily be taken. What he says is mostly true; it will certainly do that, though it requires no such adjustment time. It will do whatever Brandon tells it, including passing on information about how Hekate and Ivor use it, if they choose to. ]
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Hekate's eyes flicker up to Brandon then, placid. She does not want him to think that she can manipulated through her brother, the look on her face is there to say that her concessions to him are never without thought. ]
We'll see.
[ No promises, no thank yous. She motions Ivor to get up and come to her, he does, still staring down at the faceless bundle of feathers he holds. ]
You should go now, guest. They return.
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(The messenger itself trembles and twitches, as it would no matter who was holding it. Its movement is only smooth when free to fly around.)
Returning his gaze to Hekate, Brandon's expression gives her nothing but gratitude and restrained interest, no acknowledgment at all of her unspoken point. The difference between ignoring it and pretending it doesn't exist is both slight and important, the body language equivalent of I would never. He inclines his head to her and returns to his former spot to brush out the mark he made, the line of his shoulders relaxing. ]
Thank you. And keep it near to you while you sleep to let it grow accustomed. If you have any questions...
[ Brandon turns his hand palm up with a hint of irony as if to say I'm at your disposal, walking backward a step or two before turning to get back in the House. ]