Let me try first, [Laurent murmurs against Damen’s lips; it’s code for good god Damen violence is not Plan A let me do it-
The blonde finally pulls his head away, tucks it over Damen’s shoulder to make direct eye contact with the guard outside, and pitches his voice in an exact replica of what he used walking into the inn at Nesson. Or alternatively, a very good imitation of Nicaise. Could be both.]
I don’t want to leave. [“What?”] I’m not done calming down, I’m not calm at all. So I shouldn’t leave, right?
[Laurent pushes Damen to the side- not forcefully from Damen’s perspective, but firmly- and goes up to the front of the cell, facing down the fae guard through the square of bars they’d magicked out of existence. Now, a square of nothing but air that Laurent could easily step through but doesn’t, choosing instead to radiate enough child-on-the-verge-of-a-tantrum energy to make the guard take a step back in stupefied confusion.]
I want you to turn me into a cute animal for ten more minutes, else, we’re going to bite your nose off. Do you want to know what else humans do when they’re upset?
[The fae guarding them is just a low-ranking fae who drew the short straw for party duty -no Jord nor Orlant- and caves immediately, not being paid enough to deal with this shit. The bars come back up, and in a poof of mist, Laurent shrinks down into the form of a fluffy longhaired cat.]
1/2 (if damen would react strongly enough to change the situation, lmk and I can edit!)
The blonde finally pulls his head away, tucks it over Damen’s shoulder to make direct eye contact with the guard outside, and pitches his voice in an exact replica of what he used walking into the inn at Nesson. Or alternatively, a very good imitation of Nicaise. Could be both.]
I don’t want to leave. [“What?”] I’m not done calming down, I’m not calm at all. So I shouldn’t leave, right?
[Laurent pushes Damen to the side- not forcefully from Damen’s perspective, but firmly- and goes up to the front of the cell, facing down the fae guard through the square of bars they’d magicked out of existence. Now, a square of nothing but air that Laurent could easily step through but doesn’t, choosing instead to radiate enough child-on-the-verge-of-a-tantrum energy to make the guard take a step back in stupefied confusion.]
I want you to turn me into a cute animal for ten more minutes, else, we’re going to bite your nose off. Do you want to know what else humans do when they’re upset?
[The fae guarding them is just a low-ranking fae who drew the short straw for party duty -no Jord nor Orlant- and caves immediately, not being paid enough to deal with this shit. The bars come back up, and in a poof of mist, Laurent shrinks down into the form of a fluffy longhaired cat.]