[Even though he was getting exactly what he wanted, it didn't feel like a victory at all. For all the painstaking steps he had taken in order to be seen as an adult and being taken seriously, this had undoubtedly landed him back to square one. He let out an exhale of relief when he heard Ciro's footsteps slow to a stop outside of the door. He didn't need to see the other boy to feel his worry and confusion and anxiousness.
Steeling himself, he started to recreate his face, layer by layer of skin at a time, the work shoddy by his standards, but even most illusionists wouldn't be able to sense it. Still, for someone who knew his face as well as Al and Ciro, it would be noticeable. To think he had decried other illusionists for their vanity, and yet here he was doing the same, if not worse.
He couldn't even allow himself to enjoy being scooped up ( though a proper illusionist would always take note of the texture of someone's skin, their scent, and their musculature ), scowling slightly.]
I can walk.
[But he didn't exactly struggle, focusing on smoothing out the illusion of his face, leaving the bruising and some of the blood to make it somewhat believable.]
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Steeling himself, he started to recreate his face, layer by layer of skin at a time, the work shoddy by his standards, but even most illusionists wouldn't be able to sense it. Still, for someone who knew his face as well as Al and Ciro, it would be noticeable. To think he had decried other illusionists for their vanity, and yet here he was doing the same, if not worse.
He couldn't even allow himself to enjoy being scooped up ( though a proper illusionist would always take note of the texture of someone's skin, their scent, and their musculature ), scowling slightly.]
I can walk.
[But he didn't exactly struggle, focusing on smoothing out the illusion of his face, leaving the bruising and some of the blood to make it somewhat believable.]