[ It's a good thing that she's familiar with what they're doing because Loki thinks he could just as easily get entirely lost in this. This feeling like something within him was just doubled on itself, as though a thin gold line of power that runs through his soul found another that was almost exactly the same and wrapped itself around, entangled with it.
Loki is aware of her hands on his, her forehead against his own, the closeness of her lips, the warmth of her breath across his face. He's aware of the magic of the Fade running through both of them, inhales, exhales, pulls it closer. Warm and weird and shimmering but not wholly unfamiliar, not after six months of desperately trying to regain all his lost magic. The Fade feels... not alive, not exactly, but responsive to what they're doing. Aware.
He doesn't know the words for it, the alignment that Sylvie manages, the internal click of the moment when it seems as though the dam breaks. But he feels it, much like he both hears and feels her small breath in as it happens.
The light of the flowers inside the carriage increases, brightening at the periphery of his shut eyes, so he opens them just to find Sylvie there, eyes still shut, foreheads still touching albeit only ever so slightly. Loki tilts his head down a bit, brushing the tip of his nose against hers. It's a request for permission, though not aloud; anyone else and he probably would have just gone through with kissing them, but...
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Loki is aware of her hands on his, her forehead against his own, the closeness of her lips, the warmth of her breath across his face. He's aware of the magic of the Fade running through both of them, inhales, exhales, pulls it closer. Warm and weird and shimmering but not wholly unfamiliar, not after six months of desperately trying to regain all his lost magic. The Fade feels... not alive, not exactly, but responsive to what they're doing. Aware.
He doesn't know the words for it, the alignment that Sylvie manages, the internal click of the moment when it seems as though the dam breaks. But he feels it, much like he both hears and feels her small breath in as it happens.
The light of the flowers inside the carriage increases, brightening at the periphery of his shut eyes, so he opens them just to find Sylvie there, eyes still shut, foreheads still touching albeit only ever so slightly. Loki tilts his head down a bit, brushing the tip of his nose against hers. It's a request for permission, though not aloud; anyone else and he probably would have just gone through with kissing them, but...
Sylvie is different. ]