[ There is a distinct hang of pause about Mr. Dickerson’s person as he takes up the tongs. Again, he looks to Wysteria.
It’s different this time -- a silent questing for consent, or a break for her to decide suddenly that she might wish to place herself outside, in a position of plausible deniability. What he is about to do next might guarantee a very short and/or painful stay in Thedas for Mr. Richard Gecko. But more importantly, whatever the outcome:
They are very likely to be reprimanded for it.
He plucks up the metal box with the tongs. He offers the box out, looks Richie in the eye, and says, evenly: ]
Please apply this to the incision, hold to the count of five, and place it back into the box.
[ The box at the end of Dick’s tongs is heavier than it looks -- polished on the exterior, lined with something darker. Lead, perhaps. The lid is snug. The scrap of raw lyrium within is soft and pliable as potassium, not much larger than a fingernail. It glows faintly blue in the daylight. ]
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It’s different this time -- a silent questing for consent, or a break for her to decide suddenly that she might wish to place herself outside, in a position of plausible deniability. What he is about to do next might guarantee a very short and/or painful stay in Thedas for Mr. Richard Gecko. But more importantly, whatever the outcome:
They are very likely to be reprimanded for it.
He plucks up the metal box with the tongs. He offers the box out, looks Richie in the eye, and says, evenly: ]
Please apply this to the incision, hold to the count of five, and place it back into the box.
[ The box at the end of Dick’s tongs is heavier than it looks -- polished on the exterior, lined with something darker. Lead, perhaps. The lid is snug. The scrap of raw lyrium within is soft and pliable as potassium, not much larger than a fingernail. It glows faintly blue in the daylight. ]