[ electricity thrums in his fingertips, the very air crackling around them. if her too-strong grip and mocking features did not give her away, her unkind words certainly would. yet they wound him all the same, truths slicing open vulnerable flesh, catching on old injuries. his expression falters, crumpling at the edges, before he manages to recompose himself. ]
You presume much for one I havenβt met.
[ she holds his hands hostage, the very things he needs to cast anything of use, but he manages a shocking grasp cantrip easily enough and tries to yank himself free. ]
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You presume much for one I havenβt met.
[ she holds his hands hostage, the very things he needs to cast anything of use, but he manages a shocking grasp cantrip easily enough and tries to yank himself free. ]