Felih blinks hazily, still trying to wake up and get his bearings, before looking around at the bright myriad of crystals and mirrors. It's so bright, for a moment he wondered if the ceiling was opened- but no, it was just cleverly redirected light. His pupils are narrow as he looks up at the lights, before the spider-legged contraption nearby makes him startle, heart starting to pounds.
Hells, he hates creatures like that. Even just its resemblance was enough to get him incredibly alarmed, pupils blowing wide, before he's distracted yet again by the entrance of another living being.
Oh. Oh, gods.
There are a number of thoughts all racing and crashing together in Felih's mind, unable to sort themselves out. Among them, are "oh, he's handsome," and "wait, isn't that the alchemist in those rumors-?" and "oh Spinner's sodding scissors, I've been kidnapped," and cycling back again to "what in the hells is all this machinery around me?"
There's too much to process at once, and Azwel's voice is a welcome blessing, something to take all his scattered thoughts and bring his focus back to attention, ears turning to face the man.
His cheeks burn, and he squirms, feeling incredibly exposed. He's being praised, which makes him want to preen and relax, but the logical part of his brain is telling him not to let his guard down in a situation like this!
"What do you want with me?" he asks, tail quivering in his growing alarm, pupils narrow and focused on Azwel, cheeks burning hot as he tries to pretend not to be mortified at being completely exposed in front of this stranger. "What is this place?"
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Hells, he hates creatures like that. Even just its resemblance was enough to get him incredibly alarmed, pupils blowing wide, before he's distracted yet again by the entrance of another living being.
Oh. Oh, gods.
There are a number of thoughts all racing and crashing together in Felih's mind, unable to sort themselves out. Among them, are "oh, he's handsome," and "wait, isn't that the alchemist in those rumors-?" and "oh Spinner's sodding scissors, I've been kidnapped," and cycling back again to "what in the hells is all this machinery around me?"
There's too much to process at once, and Azwel's voice is a welcome blessing, something to take all his scattered thoughts and bring his focus back to attention, ears turning to face the man.
His cheeks burn, and he squirms, feeling incredibly exposed. He's being praised, which makes him want to preen and relax, but the logical part of his brain is telling him not to let his guard down in a situation like this!
"What do you want with me?" he asks, tail quivering in his growing alarm, pupils narrow and focused on Azwel, cheeks burning hot as he tries to pretend not to be mortified at being completely exposed in front of this stranger. "What is this place?"