(the doppelganger raises a hand at silco's knife sinks through layers of robe and stops against the skin. a shimmering shield encases it, stems the damage from the blade, and redistributes the pain in a pulse across its surface.
then the doppelganger turns to face silco, red eyes wide and teary. its face is wet and ghoulish, caught in an agonized shout before it's cut off before a fiery spell can be cast on silco.) This is how you honour my invitation? This is how you honour my family name? This is how you honour my steadfastness to you, Lordβ
(voryn emerges from behind a distant mirror, hands alight with magic that is cast over silco. the energy feels like salt water left to dry on the skin, a tickling sensation that begins to chafe and itch when held for too long as though it causes a frictional burn that dissipates almost instantly when the spell is over. it's not to protect silco from the doppelganger's attackβno, he absorbs it and adds its power to his own. he's been in this labyrinth of glass and ice for too long, exhausting himself in battle against this thing, and now he's feeling a little better.
he has this human to thank for that, making a sharp gesture for him to follow before sinking away into his hiding place. silco provided an effective distraction.)
It called you "Fire Eye," (voryn says amicably when they regroup. with errant hair hanging out of a high ponytail, and eye makeup bleeding into blunt smears to his temples, he looks like he's been having a rough day.
his smirk, however, suggests differently.)
We meet again... From what I witnessed, it seems that you have a particular fondness for meβor perhaps my back. (there's something privately funny to voryn about the whole scene and he has a sneaking suspicion that they might finally agree on something.) Where is your duplicate, human? Did you manage to approach it dishonourably, too, and dispatch it forthwith, hm?
i'm sorry this is flirty
then the doppelganger turns to face silco, red eyes wide and teary. its face is wet and ghoulish, caught in an agonized shout before it's cut off before a fiery spell can be cast on silco.) This is how you honour my invitation? This is how you honour my family name? This is how you honour my steadfastness to you, Lordβ
(voryn emerges from behind a distant mirror, hands alight with magic that is cast over silco. the energy feels like salt water left to dry on the skin, a tickling sensation that begins to chafe and itch when held for too long as though it causes a frictional burn that dissipates almost instantly when the spell is over. it's not to protect silco from the doppelganger's attackβno, he absorbs it and adds its power to his own. he's been in this labyrinth of glass and ice for too long, exhausting himself in battle against this thing, and now he's feeling a little better.
he has this human to thank for that, making a sharp gesture for him to follow before sinking away into his hiding place. silco provided an effective distraction.)
It called you "Fire Eye," (voryn says amicably when they regroup. with errant hair hanging out of a high ponytail, and eye makeup bleeding into blunt smears to his temples, he looks like he's been having a rough day.
his smirk, however, suggests differently.)
We meet again... From what I witnessed, it seems that you have a particular fondness for meβor perhaps my back. (there's something privately funny to voryn about the whole scene and he has a sneaking suspicion that they might finally agree on something.) Where is your duplicate, human? Did you manage to approach it dishonourably, too, and dispatch it forthwith, hm?