What did he sing? [ said casually, as he takes the vial from her and uncorks it. he gives it a critical look- gives her a critical look, judging the likelihood that this is is, this is when she murders him- and knocks the whole of it back, grimacing at the taste despite himself.
all is well for the span of several breaths. he even manages to offer the vial back to her, cork and all, before something sweeps over his space. the right side of it flickers, a painting suddenly illuminated by lighting in a dark house, his glamour a stuttering failure, revealing the ruin of the side of his face.
he hunches forward, hand reaching out to the nearest shrub and grasping a handful of leaves, a branch, trying to anchor himself. he fights it. he fights to maintain the connection to the fade, to keep his hold secure, but it is a losing battle, and he is left there panting
(pathetic)
an overestimation of his abilities.
this? this is much worse than he could have thought. at least the templar had knocked him out cold. ]
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all is well for the span of several breaths. he even manages to offer the vial back to her, cork and all, before something sweeps over his space. the right side of it flickers, a painting suddenly illuminated by lighting in a dark house, his glamour a stuttering failure, revealing the ruin of the side of his face.
he hunches forward, hand reaching out to the nearest shrub and grasping a handful of leaves, a branch, trying to anchor himself. he fights it. he fights to maintain the connection to the fade, to keep his hold secure, but it is a losing battle, and he is left there panting
(pathetic)
an overestimation of his abilities.
this? this is much worse than he could have thought. at least the templar had knocked him out cold. ]