There's a soft noise of pain as Phillip's fingers find a knot (wherever they first touch, there's a knot there, that's how bad it is) and then a low groan of pleasure when the muscles give way, and it's a startling sign of how tired he must be that he doesn't even really keep teasing at protest very long.
"I rested," he does at least protest that, though his voice is lazy, almost slurred, though he doesn't seem on the verge of falling asleep or anything, "... Well. I tried to rest. Genuinely, I did." The knots tell the story of how successful he was, but he's honest that he had tried. It's also quite clear that he's wanted to relax for some time now, because there's only the physical resistance of his muscles to knead into submission, everything else about him relaxing down into the pressure of those hands.
And the pressure of Phillip's aether, as well. More easy to feel how unconsciously welcoming he is, how it's not just his muscles unwinding that has him almost purring in contentment. His own aether is incredibly strong, more than it should be, considering what he says he's been through, but even though unexpected aether-touch is usually something to be flinched from a moment, his own rolls over like a dog for a belly rub. He doesn't seem to notice a difference.
"You'd do that?" he teases softly with a warm chuckle, "Tie me up and keep me all to yourself while I'm needed elsewhere? Dastardly." He sounds halfway to tying himself to the bedpost.
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"I rested," he does at least protest that, though his voice is lazy, almost slurred, though he doesn't seem on the verge of falling asleep or anything, "... Well. I tried to rest. Genuinely, I did." The knots tell the story of how successful he was, but he's honest that he had tried. It's also quite clear that he's wanted to relax for some time now, because there's only the physical resistance of his muscles to knead into submission, everything else about him relaxing down into the pressure of those hands.
And the pressure of Phillip's aether, as well. More easy to feel how unconsciously welcoming he is, how it's not just his muscles unwinding that has him almost purring in contentment. His own aether is incredibly strong, more than it should be, considering what he says he's been through, but even though unexpected aether-touch is usually something to be flinched from a moment, his own rolls over like a dog for a belly rub. He doesn't seem to notice a difference.
"You'd do that?" he teases softly with a warm chuckle, "Tie me up and keep me all to yourself while I'm needed elsewhere? Dastardly." He sounds halfway to tying himself to the bedpost.