I โ [ tongue-tied, tripping over the instinct to deny an accusation oft levied at him by friend and foe alike. Devotee, lapdog. Never quite phrased like this. Addict, the word knocking his thoughts into a jumble. The euphoria of magic certainly is addictive, as is the utterly consuming, overwhelming presence of her. A staggering sensation, even in his mind. And his blood, which reeks of ichorous potential and something else, too โ rot.
His features startle slack by Armandโs keen eye and touch both. The latter jolts him more than the former, grounded as it is in the physical, a foreign comfort after his year of isolation. He raises a hand to bracelet Armandโs wrist, not yet tugging him away. The thrum of electricity radiates from his palm. Another cantrip, as easy to loose as a breath. Under Armandโs fingertips, the lavender leylines glow. ]
[ softly, ] Itโs rude to go rooting through anotherโs person, you know. [ Whether Armand gleans this clarity from his mind or another means, it seems he has privileged access. Not a stranger to magic, then, as Gale so wrongly assumed in his pridefulness. ] Like rearranging bookshelves in their home.
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His features startle slack by Armandโs keen eye and touch both. The latter jolts him more than the former, grounded as it is in the physical, a foreign comfort after his year of isolation. He raises a hand to bracelet Armandโs wrist, not yet tugging him away. The thrum of electricity radiates from his palm. Another cantrip, as easy to loose as a breath. Under Armandโs fingertips, the lavender leylines glow. ]
[ softly, ] Itโs rude to go rooting through anotherโs person, you know. [ Whether Armand gleans this clarity from his mind or another means, it seems he has privileged access. Not a stranger to magic, then, as Gale so wrongly assumed in his pridefulness. ] Like rearranging bookshelves in their home.