[ Matt should be keeping an eye on the shadows. But he isn't. As soon as Tezcatlipoca conjures that sphere of darkness, obsidian mirror, pulsing with photo-negative delumination, Matt's gaze locks onto it. Onto him. (He maintains his light spell, at least, or things would get even more interesting pretty fucking fast.)
The scent of blood fills the air, copper in his nose. Matt can't see what's in the center of the darkness, but he's guessing it's exactly what he's afraid of. He watches Tezcatlipoca's eyes turn impossibly bright. Light presses on his chest, his ears; the hairs on the back of his neck prickle, and his mouth goes dry. His heart lurches with an indescribable emotion.
--And then, like some celestial string has been cut, it all falls away. Tezcatlipoca swears, grabs at his side, and Matt drops immediately to kneel beside him. ]
Don't give up any more, [ he says firmly. Without hesitating--there's no time for it--Matt reaches out, takes Tezcatlipoca's face in his hands. And kisses him with fierce desperation.
Before Matt came to Kenos, his best healing spell was basically buffed up aloe vera. A kind Highstorm resident taught him Cure Wounds, which isn't much stronger. But they both share a concern with the first stage of healing: the part where you stop bleeding. Matt gasps into Tezcatlipoca's mouth, feeling familiar heat rising in his belly. Bright ribbons of energy weave around them--around Tezcatlipoca. Their patterns sink into his skin. Matt's dizzy, but he doesn't break the kiss until he absolutely has to breathe again. ]
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The scent of blood fills the air, copper in his nose. Matt can't see what's in the center of the darkness, but he's guessing it's exactly what he's afraid of. He watches Tezcatlipoca's eyes turn impossibly bright. Light presses on his chest, his ears; the hairs on the back of his neck prickle, and his mouth goes dry. His heart lurches with an indescribable emotion.
--And then, like some celestial string has been cut, it all falls away. Tezcatlipoca swears, grabs at his side, and Matt drops immediately to kneel beside him. ]
Don't give up any more, [ he says firmly. Without hesitating--there's no time for it--Matt reaches out, takes Tezcatlipoca's face in his hands. And kisses him with fierce desperation.
Before Matt came to Kenos, his best healing spell was basically buffed up aloe vera. A kind Highstorm resident taught him Cure Wounds, which isn't much stronger. But they both share a concern with the first stage of healing: the part where you stop bleeding. Matt gasps into Tezcatlipoca's mouth, feeling familiar heat rising in his belly. Bright ribbons of energy weave around them--around Tezcatlipoca. Their patterns sink into his skin. Matt's dizzy, but he doesn't break the kiss until he absolutely has to breathe again. ]