[It's not too hard to see the weariness in the set of those wings, or the way the man still seems to consciously mind the position of his antlers. They must take some getting used to; both are more dramatic physical transformations than Lancer has experienced.
Perhaps there isn't much to change in a man whose entire life was swathed in similar magic. Like the heavy charm crystallized in a single grain of colour on his cheek, most of Diarmuid's new affectations have been subtler marks of beauty meant to draw others to him. He's tall and handsome, soft and sparkling, poisonous in a way that drives people to self-destruction.
It makes him very, very good at his job. Which means he can get away with encouraging an extra moment of rest here or there.]
Wouldn't be the first time. [And he grins broadly, full of warm and infectious pride, before twirling the spear over his arm and presenting it toward Joker in a move so fluid and casually graceful that it can't be anything but a playful response to that teasing.] Is that your challenge?
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Perhaps there isn't much to change in a man whose entire life was swathed in similar magic. Like the heavy charm crystallized in a single grain of colour on his cheek, most of Diarmuid's new affectations have been subtler marks of beauty meant to draw others to him. He's tall and handsome, soft and sparkling, poisonous in a way that drives people to self-destruction.
It makes him very, very good at his job. Which means he can get away with encouraging an extra moment of rest here or there.]
Wouldn't be the first time. [And he grins broadly, full of warm and infectious pride, before twirling the spear over his arm and presenting it toward Joker in a move so fluid and casually graceful that it can't be anything but a playful response to that teasing.] Is that your challenge?
['Cause buddy, it's a losing bet.]