[ he takes a step toward her and she takes the same step toward him, like magnets or a moth and a flame. her mouth turns in the slightly echo of a smile, warmth in her eyes if not on her lips. her hand lifts to hover by his elbow, feeling the rust red threads of his power. she thinks she could recognize him anywhere from the tapestry of his magic alone.
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[ he takes a step toward her and she takes the same step toward him, like magnets or a moth and a flame. her mouth turns in the slightly echo of a smile, warmth in her eyes if not on her lips. her hand lifts to hover by his elbow, feeling the rust red threads of his power. she thinks she could recognize him anywhere from the tapestry of his magic alone.
perhaps she is the moth. ]
Are you asking for my favor, August?