[Hm. He feels the heat building in his face again.]
"Strange" is not the world I would use. To speak plain, I know not what word I would use. Mine extensive vocabulary doth fail me when I must express mine emotions.
[Try as he might to rectify it, he's only good at being poetic when it's not about himself.
Maybe describing his physical reaction would be enough?]
I feel...warm. My heart hath been besieged by a vicegrip. My bosom, light and shuddering.
[His bashful gaze drifts away from Ithaqua.]
On second thought, perhaps I would use "strange" after all. Merely...without a negative connotation.
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"Strange" is not the world I would use. To speak plain, I know not what word I would use. Mine extensive vocabulary doth fail me when I must express mine emotions.
[Try as he might to rectify it, he's only good at being poetic when it's not about himself.
Maybe describing his physical reaction would be enough?]
I feel...warm. My heart hath been besieged by a vicegrip. My bosom, light and shuddering.
[His bashful gaze drifts away from Ithaqua.]
On second thought, perhaps I would use "strange" after all. Merely...without a negative connotation.