[He doesn't notice Caren scaring them off with a look. It's a good thing, too-- Caren's glare could make fruit peel itself. He follows her mutely over to the couch. It looks wildly improper, but he's been cowed, at least for this moment.
Her every word is a cruel kindness. Everything about her is like a healer's knife. And yet, he leans into her as she suggests, so tired of fighting and tired of the charade and wanting so badly to feel alive again. His chin fits just so against her shoulder and her faint perfume tumbles over him, dazing him further; he threads his fingers through hers weakly, but he doesn't struggle.
He'll never get used to this kind of mana transfer. He isn't ripping it out of her body, he isn't draining some poor critter of its life and grinding it into dust. It feels as natural as anything else, as breathing, and yet he can't seem to get enough. He's drowning, even as his breathing slows and becomes shallow. He's drowning in the feeling that he shouldn't be here.
Her mana is different than Adra's or Sion's, slightly chilled in comparison, like an autumn breeze at the edge of night. He should be energized, awake, alert, but he's overwhelmed and liable to babble nonsense.]
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[He doesn't notice Caren scaring them off with a look. It's a good thing, too-- Caren's glare could make fruit peel itself. He follows her mutely over to the couch. It looks wildly improper, but he's been cowed, at least for this moment.
Her every word is a cruel kindness. Everything about her is like a healer's knife. And yet, he leans into her as she suggests, so tired of fighting and tired of the charade and wanting so badly to feel alive again. His chin fits just so against her shoulder and her faint perfume tumbles over him, dazing him further; he threads his fingers through hers weakly, but he doesn't struggle.
He'll never get used to this kind of mana transfer. He isn't ripping it out of her body, he isn't draining some poor critter of its life and grinding it into dust. It feels as natural as anything else, as breathing, and yet he can't seem to get enough. He's drowning, even as his breathing slows and becomes shallow. He's drowning in the feeling that he shouldn't be here.
Her mana is different than Adra's or Sion's, slightly chilled in comparison, like an autumn breeze at the edge of night. He should be energized, awake, alert, but he's overwhelmed and liable to babble nonsense.]
Vendel'o eranu...