[Ianthe held Gilia for a moment in thought before frowning. Maybe, if she...
Stepping back from Gilia, Ianthe brought her hands together as she drew in a breath and exhaled slowly. Her hands unfurled and from beneath her, adipose fat bubbled and spread out to encompass the floor and then crawled up the walls, covered the door, slid across the ceiling without dripping. Blood vessels branched through it before skin grew to cover it all, enclosing them completely and fully.
It was warm and a little oppressive to someone unused to such extensive flesh magic. Ianthe then put her hands on Gilia again, turning her away so the necromancer was behind her.]
Yell. At the top of your lungs. As loud as you can. Very little sound will escape the room. Scream. Yell. Express yourself that way.
You'll feel better. And then, if you're still all tight inside, bite my shoulder. Take a chomp to get the physical tightness out. It's what my sister does when she's upset.
cw: gross flesh magic
Stepping back from Gilia, Ianthe brought her hands together as she drew in a breath and exhaled slowly. Her hands unfurled and from beneath her, adipose fat bubbled and spread out to encompass the floor and then crawled up the walls, covered the door, slid across the ceiling without dripping. Blood vessels branched through it before skin grew to cover it all, enclosing them completely and fully.
It was warm and a little oppressive to someone unused to such extensive flesh magic. Ianthe then put her hands on Gilia again, turning her away so the necromancer was behind her.]
Yell. At the top of your lungs. As loud as you can. Very little sound will escape the room. Scream. Yell. Express yourself that way.
You'll feel better. And then, if you're still all tight inside, bite my shoulder. Take a chomp to get the physical tightness out. It's what my sister does when she's upset.