Gray eyes shuffle from the shoulder under his fingers to Dean's own in surprised assessment, thin brows drifting up a pale forehead beneath the shadow of his hat. He ddoesn't hear a charitable opinion often from those he works with. It's far from the trust that Kurosaki-san had eventually placed in him, but it's enough to make him, for a second, think of home.
"That should work fine," he says, lifting his hand away just far enough to glow with dull, reddish light, before an answering light snaked out of the body below it, writhing in the air like a ribbon on a breeze before Kisuke plucked it away like so much gauzey, silvery spider-web.
In a moment, it started to disappear into the marble-like orb, which shone faintly, even in the light of day in the cavern beneath his shop. A pretty little thing, Kisuke thought.
"Hold for a minute," he told Dean, sticking his hand with the shell in it out to him. "It would be simple and clean if that was that, but that shell is going to have to go inside you. I'm going to place it in your soul. It's going to be a little uncomfortable."
Without worrying about permission, Kisuke was already clearly working on the spell to do the placing, folding back one of his sleeves completely to reveal a bare arm. He unsheathed the cane in his hands only far enough to reveal a length of blade to neatly knick the pad of his left thumb on, before closing it again, a few drops of blood landing neatly on the ground before he started scrawling the strange sigils necessary for the spell up the length of his right arm.
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Date: 2014-03-13 12:44 am (UTC)"That should work fine," he says, lifting his hand away just far enough to glow with dull, reddish light, before an answering light snaked out of the body below it, writhing in the air like a ribbon on a breeze before Kisuke plucked it away like so much gauzey, silvery spider-web.
In a moment, it started to disappear into the marble-like orb, which shone faintly, even in the light of day in the cavern beneath his shop. A pretty little thing, Kisuke thought.
"Hold for a minute," he told Dean, sticking his hand with the shell in it out to him. "It would be simple and clean if that was that, but that shell is going to have to go inside you. I'm going to place it in your soul. It's going to be a little uncomfortable."
Without worrying about permission, Kisuke was already clearly working on the spell to do the placing, folding back one of his sleeves completely to reveal a bare arm. He unsheathed the cane in his hands only far enough to reveal a length of blade to neatly knick the pad of his left thumb on, before closing it again, a few drops of blood landing neatly on the ground before he started scrawling the strange sigils necessary for the spell up the length of his right arm.
"The really fun stuff in life usually is."