[ he's had worse pain. he's fine. but god he doesn't even have to see it happen, he can feel it happen, a low shaking breath he hadn't needed to take shuddering out of him before he can bite it back.
there's something roiling under his skin, dark but joyful, sharp and vicious and hungry. it's as though his form is barely containing his mass, like his being is flickering because something holding it back just isn't there anymore. while he's always had a powerful air, this is different, this is dangerous, this is overwhelming for probably most anyone but her.
he looks at his hand only when she moves hers, then rips the glove off of his other to check it as well, and--nothing. they're both clear.
he lets out a sharp and crackling laugh that's wicked if nothing else, and his hair, always its own being, never sitting still, coils in on itself happily like it doesn't even have to pretend to be normal hair any longer. ]
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there's something roiling under his skin, dark but joyful, sharp and vicious and hungry. it's as though his form is barely containing his mass, like his being is flickering because something holding it back just isn't there anymore. while he's always had a powerful air, this is different, this is dangerous, this is overwhelming for probably most anyone but her.
he looks at his hand only when she moves hers, then rips the glove off of his other to check it as well, and--nothing. they're both clear.
he lets out a sharp and crackling laugh that's wicked if nothing else, and his hair, always its own being, never sitting still, coils in on itself happily like it doesn't even have to pretend to be normal hair any longer. ]
You have your favor from me, when you require it.