[There's a bit of a battle in his own head right now.]
[Daan's hand feels very nice. Warm, even. He can scarcely remember the last time he indulged in a soft gesture like this, and he's more pleased for it. They pass several mirrors, and maybe there's more shadows and ghosts of the past to bother him, but he ignores it. He focuses on the look of Daan's face instead in the reflections around them.]
[He wants to kiss him.]
[And here comes the battle, between irrationality and cold hard logic. A part of him immediately chimes in. This is the spell talking. You asshole. You idiot. Come on. Get it together. Chiding himself, trying to push the urge down. It doesn't feel like its doing much, though. Before, urges like that were quick and easy to bury, like chinks in armor easily patched up. Here, it feels like something has been set free. He hates it. He wants to indulge in it. He feels nauseated.]
[He squeezes Daan's hand a little, which makes the whole thing worse. Of course it does.]
...Have you ever... [He starts, stops, tries not to imagine how it would feel to embrace the man, failing entirety.] Used this spell on yourself?
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[Daan's hand feels very nice. Warm, even. He can scarcely remember the last time he indulged in a soft gesture like this, and he's more pleased for it. They pass several mirrors, and maybe there's more shadows and ghosts of the past to bother him, but he ignores it. He focuses on the look of Daan's face instead in the reflections around them.]
[He wants to kiss him.]
[And here comes the battle, between irrationality and cold hard logic. A part of him immediately chimes in. This is the spell talking. You asshole. You idiot. Come on. Get it together. Chiding himself, trying to push the urge down. It doesn't feel like its doing much, though. Before, urges like that were quick and easy to bury, like chinks in armor easily patched up. Here, it feels like something has been set free. He hates it. He wants to indulge in it. He feels nauseated.]
[He squeezes Daan's hand a little, which makes the whole thing worse. Of course it does.]
...Have you ever... [He starts, stops, tries not to imagine how it would feel to embrace the man, failing entirety.] Used this spell on yourself?