( glove is slid off, tucked into his pocket and she turns his hand over to have palm resting on palm, gripping him at the wrist. she points at the sigils, quiet focus on her expression before dragging her finger through the air, the effect as if she was slicing him up due to the cut forming, blood spilling across the back of his hand.
and then her hand stretches out, hovering over his. latin tumbles from her lips as she begins the spell, words firmer, perhaps more intense even if her voice still remains at a volume only for them.
as she recites he'll feel a burning sensation across both hands, the sigils on this one being the central focus, blood used to amplify the power of her words )
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and then her hand stretches out, hovering over his. latin tumbles from her lips as she begins the spell, words firmer, perhaps more intense even if her voice still remains at a volume only for them.
as she recites he'll feel a burning sensation across both hands, the sigils on this one being the central focus, blood used to amplify the power of her words )