[There’s a part of him that inherently wants to exert his will to stop whatever she intends to cast — a part that relies upon his own mental willpower, and that well is a deep one to pull from.
But.
But it almost feels like an insult to ask to learn her magic, then deny its use upon him immediately. And so Henry allows it to take effect, not knowing what it could do, but only that the feather across his face—
Tickles.
And the urge to laugh rises. It starts off light, but then it truly overcomes him, and Henry falls into a fit of laughter that is well and truly beyond anything she would have heard from him ever. He has not heard himself laugh like this in decades.]
Sp— Sprezzatura— what are—
[He can’t even finish his sentence. He doesn’t even know what’s so funny. But he can’t stop, and he holds onto her like she’s his only anchor, and buries his face against her, his whole body wracked with laughter.
no subject
But.
But it almost feels like an insult to ask to learn her magic, then deny its use upon him immediately. And so Henry allows it to take effect, not knowing what it could do, but only that the feather across his face—
Tickles.
And the urge to laugh rises. It starts off light, but then it truly overcomes him, and Henry falls into a fit of laughter that is well and truly beyond anything she would have heard from him ever. He has not heard himself laugh like this in decades.]
Sp— Sprezzatura— what are—
[He can’t even finish his sentence. He doesn’t even know what’s so funny. But he can’t stop, and he holds onto her like she’s his only anchor, and buries his face against her, his whole body wracked with laughter.
What a strange sound, coming from Henry Creel.]