I've always thought of my face as devilishly handsome, and my eyes as part of it but not as an individual feature. So yes and no I suppose. You may use kohl but only if you're prepared to hear story after story about the time in my life when I last used eyeliner.
[He's thankful for the more lighthearted questions to be honest. Something needs to be a little less heavy than an examination of self loathing.]
And yes.
[You're going to have to ask if you want details, Dorian. Specifics are part of the fun of the game.]
The way my pyromancy works... I can't create fire. I can control and manipulate it, but I need a source. One of multiple reasons why I carry a lighter with me at all times. So in general it's never been an issue.
Until it was. I was with another mage at the time who unlocked this ability without realizing and before we knew it we created our own source: fire in the rubbish bin on the other side of the room.
Considering we didn't notice until the fire spread to a rug I would say that was awkward enough in itself.
Oh and there was also the time when I charmed one of those talking soft toys to speak on its own just as a lark. I had forgotten about tossing it into a corner in my bedroom until it made commentary far filthier than I would have imagined from such a bright and fuzzy face.
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[He's thankful for the more lighthearted questions to be honest. Something needs to be a little less heavy than an examination of self loathing.]
And yes.
[You're going to have to ask if you want details, Dorian. Specifics are part of the fun of the game.]
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[In other words, yes he will listen to your story.]
The suspense. So did you light the bed curtains on fire or was it more dramatic?
[No Dorian, the bed curtains are your story.]
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Until it was. I was with another mage at the time who unlocked this ability without realizing and before we knew it we created our own source: fire in the rubbish bin on the other side of the room.
[a literal garbage fire]
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Oh and there was also the time when I charmed one of those talking soft toys to speak on its own just as a lark. I had forgotten about tossing it into a corner in my bedroom until it made commentary far filthier than I would have imagined from such a bright and fuzzy face.
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Ah, now that's a charm I would like to see, perhaps not on a toy, because that's just a horribly creepy thing to do. On par with nug feet.