[ Sylvie really shouldn't be allowed to lick her lips, touch his hand, and say things like that in the confines of this carriage; Loki's mind immediately goes straight to bed, do not pass go, but probably collect $200 anyway. ]
Ah.
[ So it takes him a moment for the part of his brain that is minding what she's saying to fight with the rest of his brain currently overwrought with desire in order to squeeze some semblance of sense-making out of him. Because ah does not communicate much, even he's aware of that.
But she is holding his hand, and Loki is gentle in his hold in return, taking breaths of variable steadiness. ]
So you think... I could teach you to access your magic through the Fade, like this? [ He squeezes her hand and smirks a little, unable to help himself. ] I could think of less convoluted ways to become 'one being', you know.
[ Still. He doesn't want her to think he isn't taking this seriously, so he closes his eyes and tries to focus on magic. On the feeling of pulling it from the Fade instead of through himself, from his Æsir. It helps if he thinks of it like a living blanket, full of warm pockets of magic he just has to reach towards in order to bring anything forth.
The corners of the interior of the carriage begin to illuminate with soft green light before illusions of flowers that Loki has seen on rare occasions fill the area. ]
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Ah.
[ So it takes him a moment for the part of his brain that is minding what she's saying to fight with the rest of his brain currently overwrought with desire in order to squeeze some semblance of sense-making out of him. Because ah does not communicate much, even he's aware of that.
But she is holding his hand, and Loki is gentle in his hold in return, taking breaths of variable steadiness. ]
So you think... I could teach you to access your magic through the Fade, like this? [ He squeezes her hand and smirks a little, unable to help himself. ] I could think of less convoluted ways to become 'one being', you know.
[ Still. He doesn't want her to think he isn't taking this seriously, so he closes his eyes and tries to focus on magic. On the feeling of pulling it from the Fade instead of through himself, from his Æsir. It helps if he thinks of it like a living blanket, full of warm pockets of magic he just has to reach towards in order to bring anything forth.
The corners of the interior of the carriage begin to illuminate with soft green light before illusions of flowers that Loki has seen on rare occasions fill the area. ]