[ ...it's solid. There's a solidity to his fingers that feels almost jelly-like at first. Like if he squeezes too hard, he runs the risk of popping the thin vaneer of solidity over the magic underneath like a vine full of sticky sap.
But im moments--as gil speaks--there's something both cold and hard, warm and soft. A glove--a gauntleted hand that is unyeilding on one side while pliant on the other.
Such a feeling describes Gil perfectly, he almost muses, but that's when his sight nearly goes pure white. The tampering Krusnik did with his eyes--how he could see magic better--Gilgamesh suddenly becomes such a beacon of power that he's damn near BLINDING to look at--
And then all at once, the man is... back. Physical. No longer a group of free-floating magic, but... whole.
...And wearing the most gaudy set of armor he's ever had to lay his eyes on.
He actually physically balks at the sight of it. ]
I would not speak of my Luck, Gil, when you have manifested in...
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But im moments--as gil speaks--there's something both cold and hard, warm and soft. A glove--a gauntleted hand that is unyeilding on one side while pliant on the other.
Such a feeling describes Gil perfectly, he almost muses, but that's when his sight nearly goes pure white.
The tampering Krusnik did with his eyes--how he could see magic better--Gilgamesh suddenly becomes such a beacon of power that he's damn near BLINDING to look at--
And then all at once, the man is... back. Physical. No longer a group of free-floating magic, but... whole.
...And wearing the most gaudy set of armor he's ever had to lay his eyes on.
He actually physically balks at the sight of it. ]
I would not speak of my Luck, Gil, when you have manifested in...
...
Can you even move in that. Mio dio.