[ Fresh dirt, yes, and fossilized bone. Wood and glue, needles and thread, ink and blood. The smell of someone who spent all night crafting and constructing.
He doesn't pull away from her, using slow shallow breaths as his messenger struggles in his hand. People have done versions of this to him before, if never quite to this level. They were just boys, after all, regular human boys playing at being dangerous, learning how to exercise power over one another. They were satisfied by the gift of fear, or the semblance of it. Brandon does not think she'd be so easily pleased. ]
Magus.
[ His gentle intonation, almost a whisper, doesn't come out fearfully, but rather like he is confiding a secret to her. Brandon appreciates her phrasing. He both is, and claims to be, a magus, and of the two, really, the latter is more important. ]
Please, allow me to fetch the gift for you?
[ He moves the thumb of the hand clasped at his chest, going through the motions of soothing his messenger with a caress of its feathers. ]
no subject
He doesn't pull away from her, using slow shallow breaths as his messenger struggles in his hand. People have done versions of this to him before, if never quite to this level. They were just boys, after all, regular human boys playing at being dangerous, learning how to exercise power over one another. They were satisfied by the gift of fear, or the semblance of it. Brandon does not think she'd be so easily pleased. ]
Magus.
[ His gentle intonation, almost a whisper, doesn't come out fearfully, but rather like he is confiding a secret to her. Brandon appreciates her phrasing. He both is, and claims to be, a magus, and of the two, really, the latter is more important. ]
Please, allow me to fetch the gift for you?
[ He moves the thumb of the hand clasped at his chest, going through the motions of soothing his messenger with a caress of its feathers. ]