[Miya's breath catches softly in his throat at the shockingly gentle touch, the careful way that Bruce rolls up the too-long sleeves. He's surprisingly delicate in his movement, so unlike what the acolyte's been led to believe of any and all members of the enemy army, much less the leader of them. His hand is huge, rough and warm as it curls around Miyano's. The king's power is unmistakable, impossible to deny.
But Miya isn't nearly as scared as he should be. His slender, pale hand is swallowed up in Bruce's, but he doesn't think to cringe away. Instead he just blinks upwards, eyes wide and honey-colored and innocent.]
Become your -- y-your what? [Obviously the idea of the rest of those options is puzzling, but Miya is positive he'd misheard that last part. Such a thing would be impossible. Right?]
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But Miya isn't nearly as scared as he should be. His slender, pale hand is swallowed up in Bruce's, but he doesn't think to cringe away. Instead he just blinks upwards, eyes wide and honey-colored and innocent.]
Become your -- y-your what? [Obviously the idea of the rest of those options is puzzling, but Miya is positive he'd misheard that last part. Such a thing would be impossible. Right?]