[He is extremely high right now, and feeling oh so good. Much better than the pain he's been in the last...couple hours. Not that the pain isn't there still, but it's more on the fringes of his existence, instead of being front and center.
Despite his highness, and how much Iceheart is a very soft and adorable distraction even when she evolves she's welcome to try to get into his lap still, he does indeed get his scissors and comb...granted he did bump that wheelchair into some furniture in his endeavor, but it's fine. It's totally cool, nothing broke, and he's no worse off for it. When Estinien emerges from the washroom, Solus turns to look at him and...just stares a little owlishly.
It's pretty obvious to anyone with a brain that he's absolutely and unapologetically checking him out—who could blame him? Sure, he's seen a million mortals before, and while he's hardly one to be utterly blinded by one's beauty, he can still admire it. Maybe especially so when he feels like he's on another plane of existence. However, his scrutinizing eye takes in more than the beautiful sculpt of his pecs and his abs, but also those scars.
There are so, so many, and the twisted and burned patches in particular grab his notice. He had been possessed by Nidhogg, and he knew well there was a necessary aetherial component needed for such possession to happen. For Ascians...dark crystals, for dragons—well, their eyes were indeed the wellspring of their vitality, so it would only stand to reason... Regardless, the mix of emotion he feels at seeing Estinien's marred, yet chiseled form is...perplexing. He's reminded of the state the other man was in back in the Ruins of Alph, when he had wrangled that Yamask off of him, the panic at being possessed again, the pity he felt for him...
He doesn't realize he's just...staring at Estinien for a little longer than intended. In fact, he still is, as his hand just stays still upon Iceheart's back, his hazed mind flipping through different thoughts and feelings like an emotional rolodex.]
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Despite his highness, and how much Iceheart is a very soft and adorable distraction
even when she evolves she's welcome to try to get into his lap still, he does indeed get his scissors and comb...granted he did bump that wheelchair into some furniture in his endeavor, but it's fine. It's totally cool, nothing broke, and he's no worse off for it. When Estinien emerges from the washroom, Solus turns to look at him and...just stares a little owlishly.It's pretty obvious to anyone with a brain that he's absolutely and unapologetically checking him out—who could blame him? Sure, he's seen a million mortals before, and while he's hardly one to be utterly blinded by one's beauty, he can still admire it. Maybe especially so when he feels like he's on another plane of existence. However, his scrutinizing eye takes in more than the beautiful sculpt of his pecs and his abs, but also those scars.
There are so, so many, and the twisted and burned patches in particular grab his notice. He had been possessed by Nidhogg, and he knew well there was a necessary aetherial component needed for such possession to happen. For Ascians...dark crystals, for dragons—well, their eyes were indeed the wellspring of their vitality, so it would only stand to reason... Regardless, the mix of emotion he feels at seeing Estinien's marred, yet chiseled form is...perplexing. He's reminded of the state the other man was in back in the Ruins of Alph, when he had wrangled that Yamask off of him, the panic at being possessed again, the pity he felt for him...
He doesn't realize he's just...staring at Estinien for a little longer than intended. In fact, he still is, as his hand just stays still upon Iceheart's back, his hazed mind flipping through different thoughts and feelings like an emotional rolodex.]