[It's still odd, how much of a soft sound Silas brings to mind. After all, he's plainly strong and certainly not any sort of weak, but... well, how people presented themselves was its own beauty, wasn't it? He probably shouldn't be surprised, but he is.
Just as he's surprised by the sudden sense of sforzando and subsequent decrescendo accompanying Silas' new change, something he'd not had the energy to dwell on. Synesthesia is a pain in the ass enough on a normal day, after all. Now, he just watches - surprisingly placidly, for someone who's admitted to knowing nothing of magic - as Silas turns into... a bigger boar. Huh. Far less cute, maybe, but... still kinda cute. Ethan may just kind of like animals, though. His head tilts curiously as the other moves, and there's an amount of tension when Silas' side nudges his back - but as before, it settles pretty quickly.
... god, but he's so fucking tired. He's always tired, granted, but not like this. This is definitely a rare occasion, like test days or something, and it leaves him far more willing to let someone help him than usual. Besides, there's something almost familiar about this man and his strange sound.
Sighing, he leans what amounts to a paltry weight against the boar, eyes sliding almost closed for a moment. Weird... this whole place is insane. It's worse than anything he's dealt with in a long time, and all he wants is to go back to Dolvaa and apologise for his sudden disappearance. Instead, he gives some thought to an idea he's never had before. Not out in the middle of the world, with someone whose name he doesn't even know. It's a thought that sticks in his head and on his tongue, scratches the record of his sensibility ceaselessly. It's a thought that resolves itself in a soft, slightly scratchy sound - deep and rich, but ill-used and barely loud enough to carry. A tone much more pleasantly natural than the feminine voiceover.]
.... Thank you.
[It may well be all Silas gets of that real voice for a while to come, but it's a pretty big start. Especially this early on. What the hell is wrong with him today?]
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Just as he's surprised by the sudden sense of sforzando and subsequent decrescendo accompanying Silas' new change, something he'd not had the energy to dwell on. Synesthesia is a pain in the ass enough on a normal day, after all. Now, he just watches - surprisingly placidly, for someone who's admitted to knowing nothing of magic - as Silas turns into... a bigger boar. Huh. Far less cute, maybe, but... still kinda cute. Ethan may just kind of like animals, though. His head tilts curiously as the other moves, and there's an amount of tension when Silas' side nudges his back - but as before, it settles pretty quickly.
... god, but he's so fucking tired. He's always tired, granted, but not like this. This is definitely a rare occasion, like test days or something, and it leaves him far more willing to let someone help him than usual. Besides, there's something almost familiar about this man and his strange sound.
Sighing, he leans what amounts to a paltry weight against the boar, eyes sliding almost closed for a moment. Weird... this whole place is insane. It's worse than anything he's dealt with in a long time, and all he wants is to go back to Dolvaa and apologise for his sudden disappearance. Instead, he gives some thought to an idea he's never had before. Not out in the middle of the world, with someone whose name he doesn't even know. It's a thought that sticks in his head and on his tongue, scratches the record of his sensibility ceaselessly. It's a thought that resolves itself in a soft, slightly scratchy sound - deep and rich, but ill-used and barely loud enough to carry. A tone much more pleasantly natural than the feminine voiceover.]
.... Thank you.
[It may well be all Silas gets of that real voice for a while to come, but it's a pretty big start. Especially this early on. What the hell is wrong with him today?]