Llyr almost chewed right through the cloth on his charcoal pencil. The sensation of the exchanged ether… he tried to focus on the actual class, the subject at hand. He got a momentary distraction when the Ellune boy seemed to start a question, only to fall quiet, and look away instead. Llyr wondered what it was that he might’ve asked but returned his attention to Doran.
He offered an attempt to answer the scenario put forth. Llyr didn’t know why the other students were being so quiet… it was odd. The long stretches of silence. Did they really have nothing to say? He saw them writing notes, so he assumed they must be considering theories of some sort. Why not share them?
When Doran explained not to risk imbuing with a water spell, Llyr nodded and then he started to scribble in his journal. Every word, and then some, that the professor spoke, he wrote down in scrawled transcription:
Alchemy is more than just superficial.
Contamination is a real danger!
A contaminated item may not work as intended. You might get hurt!!!
Clean residue off an item! Scrub dirty cauldrons. Clean equipment is the foundation for everything. It reduces the risk of unexpected side effects greatly!
Clean! Clean! Clean!
The risk of backlash is directly related to the power of the spell.
More powerful spells have more serious consequences. Focus on novice spells when starting Blood Magic practice.
Hostile magic causes more serious backlash.
Llyr smiled when he looked up and asked about whether it was possible to preemptively figure out the risk of backlash. He returned to writing, but he didn’t need to look at his journal. The blond kept his gaze on Doran while he scribbled down the transcription of the answer.
The biqaj glanced over to Astrid when she asked a question. It was a good question… but more interesting to Llyr was the large wooden box that Doran brought out. He shifted to the edge of his seat and leaned over with curiosity obvious on his youthful features.
Vials? He tapped the pencil against his notebook, then gnawed on his lower lip. When Doran met his gaze after a sweep over the students, Llyr brightly smiled. His cheeks blushed somewhat, if only because he got the feeling that the class might be finished? Doran had said soon
Llyr leaned back in his seat. He crossed his legs, then slowly sketched in the margins of his notes. He watched the students get up and head toward the front of the room to collect their vials. The biqaj waited, a little bit, then decided maybe he would look at these vials. Plus, he kept noticing Doran glancing at him.
He set the pencil to hold his spot in the journal, then walked over with it in hand. Llyr offered a polite smile to the Ellune boy who happened to cross paths with him, though due to the mage’s happy mood, blushing cheeks, and Edashan-perfected features, the smile proved far more charming than simply polite
. Unaware of this, Llyr didn’t understand when the other student ran right into a desk, then stammered something that was too murmured to make sense of.
Llyr quietly laughed in bemusement, then approached Doran’s desk. He set a hand against the edge, and his wings fluttered behind him in eager display. The blond traced his fingertips against the desk’s surface while he spoke in a low voice, “Perhaps I could have a vial, Doctor Thetys? Promise I’ll write you an essay, if so. I’ll take the last one though, in case there isn’t enough…”
He glanced at the vials, then looked over at Doran. Llyr exhaled in a sigh, as he wanted nothing more than to grab the other man and pull him into the nearest private room to do all sorts of things with him. The blond would remain patient, if needed, but he didn’t want
The young mage opened his notebook. He absently moved aside for one of the students, who’d seemed to have waited until he was also at the desk. He scribbled on the page, then slyly turned the journal for only Doran to see:
You are so handsome when teaching.
I want to kiss you, all over! ♡ ♡ ♡
Llyr swiftly shut the journal when another student approached for the last few vials remaining. He smiled at them as well, out of politeness, and he lingered at Doran's desk.