"Please... please..." he doesn't know if it's mercy or more or for just this right here to last forever that he's begging for. He's not even sure that he's really begging for anything or just if there's something about this that requires he raise his voice in something. He's certainly not thinking about the words.
He'd hoped it might be like this. That even though the mind forgets, it isn't just the flesh that remembers. But he wasn't prepared for it to be this intense, the recovered memories he has still several years ago, for him. But no sooner than he manages to get used to the sensations enough to string a coherent thought together, but he's flinging open everything inside of him, letting their power mingle more completely. He's less cautious about it than he once would be, now that he knows that the insanity it drops them into is only temporary.
He offers everything, his magical energy heady and wild and uncontrollable. They probably are lighting things up like a beacon, here, but he can't bring himself to care. Perhaps someone will presume this is a battle of some kind and leave them alone.
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Date: 2020-07-12 05:11 pm (UTC)He'd hoped it might be like this. That even though the mind forgets, it isn't just the flesh that remembers. But he wasn't prepared for it to be this intense, the recovered memories he has still several years ago, for him. But no sooner than he manages to get used to the sensations enough to string a coherent thought together, but he's flinging open everything inside of him, letting their power mingle more completely. He's less cautious about it than he once would be, now that he knows that the insanity it drops them into is only temporary.
He offers everything, his magical energy heady and wild and uncontrollable. They probably are lighting things up like a beacon, here, but he can't bring himself to care. Perhaps someone will presume this is a battle of some kind and leave them alone.