The right gets his lingering attention, working as hard as he can to press those knots into something loose enough to manage- to stroke them away in slow passes of his forearms and elbows. It takes some doing, a few muttered swears in Antivan before they submit, but submit they do. He gives himself a moment to glow with genuine pride before he moves to massage the tendons where hip meets groin.
"Mmm? Ah, Uragano? Hurricane. A wild storm with a peaceful and silent eye that reshapes the seas, sky, and whatever land it touches- and leaves a bit of a ruin in it's wake." He's seen them before, the storms, the aftermath. "You reshape me. Ruin me- in the best way- and have a peaceful eye. It seemed fitting."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2016-01-23 11:07 pm (UTC)"Mmm? Ah, Uragano? Hurricane. A wild storm with a peaceful and silent eye that reshapes the seas, sky, and whatever land it touches- and leaves a bit of a ruin in it's wake." He's seen them before, the storms, the aftermath. "You reshape me. Ruin me- in the best way- and have a peaceful eye. It seemed fitting."