[ In retrospect, he'll blame his loss of control on the pain, the way it muted his inhibitions and made the man's threats seem so very, very real.
Weakness, he would say. Silliness, he would think.
But in the now, blink and miss it: the way the ambient temperature drops. The way Dorian surges forward, crouched at the far end of the cell one second, then standing with one fist clutching the bars separating between himself and Warren the next, a trail of melting ice the only thing signaling his passage. The way the air around him crackles with unseen energy, the way electricity collects and sparks across his knuckles, reflects off the silverite of his rings. ]
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Weakness, he would say. Silliness, he would think.
But in the now, blink and miss it: the way the ambient temperature drops. The way Dorian surges forward, crouched at the far end of the cell one second, then standing with one fist clutching the bars separating between himself and Warren the next, a trail of melting ice the only thing signaling his passage. The way the air around him crackles with unseen energy, the way electricity collects and sparks across his knuckles, reflects off the silverite of his rings. ]
Stay away from him.