[ That flash of purple again, and it— doesn't grate as much as it used to. Doesn't send that flare of disgust through him like it would have done a day ago.
He's just tired, he tells himself. It's been a long fucking night, and getting his insides tenderized certainly didn't help. The annoyance will be back once he's in better form, probably.
(He doesn't really care whether it does or not.)
The magic does make him tense – not quite nervousness or fear, but more a wariness of the unknown. He stares hard at the fabric as the two sides of the tear weave themselves back together, tries to spot evidence of the rip.
When he spots nothing, he huffs out a breath, something approaching derisive but not quite meeting the bar. ]
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He's just tired, he tells himself. It's been a long fucking night, and getting his insides tenderized certainly didn't help. The annoyance will be back once he's in better form, probably.
(He doesn't really care whether it does or not.)
The magic does make him tense – not quite nervousness or fear, but more a wariness of the unknown. He stares hard at the fabric as the two sides of the tear weave themselves back together, tries to spot evidence of the rip.
When he spots nothing, he huffs out a breath, something approaching derisive but not quite meeting the bar. ]
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