[...regretfully, he is so used to people working things out violently that he hardly bats an eye when kaveh calls a sword into being, one that looks as if he shouldn't even be able to swing it. no, this is not so out of place.
he does take a moment, one he won't admit to, to admire the way that kaveh swings it. to acknowledge, in this fiction where the reality of things doesn't fully matter, that it's surprisingly attractive, save for the part where he means to break midnight with it.
that is the first moment. in the second, he's shifting forward, reaching for a power he suddenly and instinctively knows this role possesses, eyes bright and molten with it. a flash of red glances off kaveh's blade, hopefully just enough to nudge it askew; he doesn't intervene any further, though. only enough to attempt to keep them from harming each other too much.]
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[...regretfully, he is so used to people working things out violently that he hardly bats an eye when kaveh calls a sword into being, one that looks as if he shouldn't even be able to swing it. no, this is not so out of place.
he does take a moment, one he won't admit to, to admire the way that kaveh swings it. to acknowledge, in this fiction where the reality of things doesn't fully matter, that it's surprisingly attractive, save for the part where he means to break midnight with it.
that is the first moment. in the second, he's shifting forward, reaching for a power he suddenly and instinctively knows this role possesses, eyes bright and molten with it. a flash of red glances off kaveh's blade, hopefully just enough to nudge it askew; he doesn't intervene any further, though. only enough to attempt to keep them from harming each other too much.]
What do you think you're doing?