He dropped the quill against the page without hesitation, fingers curling around the hands grasping his. Taking comfort from the small gesture, the steadiness of those hands something he needed at this point, definitely appreciated. He normally had no trouble finding words, no end of questions or stories or small little jokes and banter. But now was definitely different as he found that way with words had fled, leaving him floundering.
“It was in my head.” A grimace as he said the words, drawing their joined hands up as he rested his forehead against Dorian’s knuckles. “It took my memories.”
For anyone the idea was unsettling, a demon having that access to them, but for mages? Definitely more alarming, definitely something that might keep them up at night.
“It stole pieces of me and I didn’t even realize.” Oh he knew that the memories were missing, that much was clear, but there had been no hint, no scrap of evidence of them simply being stolen. Not the entirety of what was bothering him, but definitely the most immediate, the most pressing. “Who knows what sort of lasting effects that might have, consequences we don’t even realize yet.”
No one ever realized the demon had worked. How would they know if the process had changed things, or left him more vulnerable to such meddling in the future? If so he was a risk, he was a risk to all of them, to their friends, to Dorian, and he couldn’t abide the notion.
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Date: 2016-09-29 01:06 am (UTC)“It was in my head.” A grimace as he said the words, drawing their joined hands up as he rested his forehead against Dorian’s knuckles. “It took my memories.”
For anyone the idea was unsettling, a demon having that access to them, but for mages? Definitely more alarming, definitely something that might keep them up at night.
“It stole pieces of me and I didn’t even realize.” Oh he knew that the memories were missing, that much was clear, but there had been no hint, no scrap of evidence of them simply being stolen. Not the entirety of what was bothering him, but definitely the most immediate, the most pressing. “Who knows what sort of lasting effects that might have, consequences we don’t even realize yet.”
No one ever realized the demon had worked. How would they know if the process had changed things, or left him more vulnerable to such meddling in the future? If so he was a risk, he was a risk to all of them, to their friends, to Dorian, and he couldn’t abide the notion.