[It's funny to hear this being told to him of all people a part of Meridian. (It's true. It's true.)]
I think you underestimate who we're willing to hurt while trying to bring the worlds back.
[He does not flinch from the touch, but the thick lashes of his eyes flutter from the sensation of a small hand brushing his skin. Like his own hand, he is somehow warm even though his pallor looks icy. The lips parting under the thumb reveal the points of two very short incisors. Under the Harbinger's energy, it's difficult to resist the urge to bite her finger.
Something itches the back of his mind, almost like an old, decrepit voice desperately pleading with him through the haze. To focus. To pay attention. To realize this is a room built with magic, or a spell.
But instead he obeys, lowering his hand to brace it on her waist where the curve of it meets the hip, and dipping his head slowly down toward her in reach.]
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I think you underestimate who we're willing to hurt while trying to bring the worlds back.
[He does not flinch from the touch, but the thick lashes of his eyes flutter from the sensation of a small hand brushing his skin. Like his own hand, he is somehow warm even though his pallor looks icy. The lips parting under the thumb reveal the points of two very short incisors. Under the Harbinger's energy, it's difficult to resist the urge to bite her finger.
Something itches the back of his mind, almost like an old, decrepit voice desperately pleading with him through the haze. To focus. To pay attention. To realize this is a room built with magic, or a spell.
But instead he obeys, lowering his hand to brace it on her waist where the curve of it meets the hip, and dipping his head slowly down toward her in reach.]