[While he'd waited, Mikleo had tried reaching out to the air a little, just tentative wiggles of his fingers to see what happens, to see how it feels. Unfortunately it feels weird, and any mental pictures he gets from feeling the air against the objects it collides with makes him uncomfortable and disoriented, so he doesn't try for long. He hugs his knees more tightly, eyes closing pointlessly, and listens.
Soon enough he hears the quiet steps approaching him, the rustle of clothes, and the proximity of another body. He can smell the leather of Dezel's jacket, faint and familiar. He hadn't really noticed it much before, but now it's all he has. He lifts his head to look (not that it'll help), and while there's no wound on his eyes or around them, the colour is a pale silver instead of the violet it ought to be, and his gaze won't focus on Dezel directly.]
It doesn't hurt... it just feels weird. What about you?
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Soon enough he hears the quiet steps approaching him, the rustle of clothes, and the proximity of another body. He can smell the leather of Dezel's jacket, faint and familiar. He hadn't really noticed it much before, but now it's all he has. He lifts his head to look (not that it'll help), and while there's no wound on his eyes or around them, the colour is a pale silver instead of the violet it ought to be, and his gaze won't focus on Dezel directly.]
It doesn't hurt... it just feels weird. What about you?