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 Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2023 7:52 am
The kiss had been appreciated, and Michael actually relaxed a little more when Devyn finally moved away from him. He wasn’t completely at ease, but he trusted Devyn and he was there in case Devyn needed him for anything.
He watched closely, of course. He immediately knew something strange was happening when Devyn reeled back in surprise, and almost took a step forward to meet Devyn where he was casting his magic, but knew that would likely only mean getting in the way.
There was nothing to really see of Devyn’s magic, but the manifestation of black tendrils growing up his arm was new and concerning --
Except for when it wasn’t. It seemed to disappear quickly, and Devyn didn’t seem like he was in pain, just… confused.
As he approached, Michael held out his hands to take Devyn’s into his own. He brushed his thumbs over Devyn’s palms, to the tips of his fingers, and then when he was certain the black was gone, he allowed himself to brush his fingers along the scar on Devyn’s palm and up his wrist and arm.
“Not anyone who has spoken about it,” Michael frowned as he continued to gently hold Devyn’s hands to inspect them.
“But I wasn’t always able to sense auras without being powered up before. It’s not the same as more magic… I’m not even sure how I tapped into that ability. I’ve seen someone use more magic than should be possible -- a corrupted Senshi in the Negaverse that I’ve had a few run-ins with, but I don’t think asking if he got more magic would ever come up in a conversation. He was part of the reason I got these,” he explained, turning his head just a bit so Devyn knew he was talking about the scars down his cheek and jaw.
“Is that what I’ve been seeing…? The flecks of gold? I wasn’t sure if that was normal on Alastor. But it makes sense if your Core’s energy has reached here.” It reminded Michael of the gold that glittered and shimmered in the orb against his chest.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2023 7:59 am
There was something so innately endearing about the way that Michael ran his fingers over his scars. Devyn was proud of his battle marks, and Michael’s subtle attention to them always brought him pride. He was so tender, always. They didn’t hurt, but it felt like Michael always made the effort to soothe them, anyway.
He liked how much attention Michael gave him, and made sure to stay still during the examination.
So, it only seemed natural that he should return the favor.
As Michael spoke of his scars, Devyn reached out one hand to lightly trail his fingers over them. There wasn’t really a reason for it, aside from the fact that he thought Michael deserved more tenderness than he let himself have.
“I’ll have to ask around when I get back. Find someone worth talking to.” He probably wouldn’t have trusted any answers from the Negaverse, anyway. And, even if he did, he wouldn’t want them knowing what or why he was asking about it.
He cupped Michael’s cheek and brushed his thumb across it, glad that the agitation and itchiness had yet to return. He might still run a lap or two, but he was settled for now.
“Unless Alastor is planning on giving me the answer. But,” he shook his head. “No, this isn’t normal. Before we purged the Chaos, you could only see things like this at the Core. Alastor must be getting cocky,” he laughed. “I don’t mind, as long as it’s not spreading itself too thin. But, I doubt it. Maybe it’s here because we are. Or, maybe it’s Villefort’s way of thanking us for clearing things out. I don’t know, but it doesn’t feel dangerous. I don’t get the impression that anything’s wrong. I mean, I feel pretty revitalized. And Villefort obviously is, too. Now, if only we could get these flecks of gold to lead us to any scraps of what Lucien was working on…”
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2023 8:28 am
Michael let out a contented sigh as Devyn trailed his fingers over his cheek. He didn’t usually try to draw a lot of attention to his scars. He couldn’t be proud of them like Devyn was of his, but it was something he’d learned to live with.
“I’m going to say it’s Villefort thanking us. That toxic mud was disgusting, and we got sick from it.” Well, mostly it was Michael who got sick, but Devyn was under the weather as well.
“I hope Alastor doesn’t get too cocky, though. We don’t need more Chaos seeping in while we’re running around getting things cleaned up and looking for old texts and maps. But yeah, let’s go see if we can find anything useful while we’re here. And check out the bird costume,” he teased, but reached up to take Devyn’s hand to inspect one last time for any black on his fingers, and then gave it a kiss.
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