[ There's a way to be sure — more sure than so sure, at least for a location. An identity. A mage bursting into lightning (ice, terror) would find it difficult to hide. He doesn't volunteer it. This could be anyone's blood.
(It seems a bad moment to suggest more sketchy magic.)
Ilias' palm curls about glass. Isaac's hand catches, a second followed up to smooth bloodless knuckles. One cracked thumb circles his wrist like a worry stone, lifted to meet the dip of Isaac's chin, the press of lips where skin meets sleeve. ]
no subject
(It seems a bad moment to suggest more sketchy magic.)
Ilias' palm curls about glass. Isaac's hand catches, a second followed up to smooth bloodless knuckles. One cracked thumb circles his wrist like a worry stone, lifted to meet the dip of Isaac's chin, the press of lips where skin meets sleeve. ]
Of course.