...this will hurt. [ a warning, where there wasn't one before.
the sensation isn't at all pleasant, but it is intimate, much like he reached out to siffrin through flesh, through bone, his fingers wrap around hwylryn's heart. there's no blood because this is the invasion of the spirit, not the body.
his touch is warm at first and then hot, gentle strokes with a prick as he peels through the layers to find what he's looking for.
ah.
he had a feeling it was this shape, though his inclusion surprises him, in at least one role. he doesn't understand, but does he really need to? his fingers stay where they are and begin to pluck out a melody, a spot here and there, like strings of a harp. ]
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the sensation isn't at all pleasant, but it is intimate, much like he reached out to siffrin through flesh, through bone, his fingers wrap around hwylryn's heart. there's no blood because this is the invasion of the spirit, not the body.
his touch is warm at first and then hot, gentle strokes with a prick as he peels through the layers to find what he's looking for.
ah.
he had a feeling it was this shape, though his inclusion surprises him, in at least one role. he doesn't understand, but does he really need to? his fingers stay where they are and begin to pluck out a melody, a spot here and there, like strings of a harp. ]
Hwylryn. Can you feel me?