Auryn's had a lot of thinking to do. Since the spell broke, he's having to confront the reality of it - how much will was exerted over the agency and choices of others, what control they lost over its intent -- and more, how it ended. He's never been afraid of violence, of protest, but he's reactionary. He'd expected push back against their magic, had welcomed it, the unveiling of who was most afraid of this power. He hadn't expected a pre-emptive strike, against another witch of all things.
He understands where it came from. But he's a little angry, too, at the ease at which she - they - could have killed someone who wasn't strictly their enemy but now undoubtedly is. He can feel the anger in the town and he's not sure what comes next.
It doesn't sit well with him; makes him question too many things, and he's found himself avoiding talking to anyone while he sorts out feelings he had thought were set in stone. He's more grateful now, than ever, for the little house he's made himself, away and warded in a forest that is now more magical for what she's given up.
That, at least, he can't help but hold in regard, awe, her lack of selfpreservation to preserve the magic in these woods.
It's thinking about things, letting himself get lost, that he sees her, and his discomfort fades in the face of how exhausted she looks. "Nerium?"
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Date: 2015-05-20 01:21 pm (UTC)He understands where it came from. But he's a little angry, too, at the ease at which she - they - could have killed someone who wasn't strictly their enemy but now undoubtedly is. He can feel the anger in the town and he's not sure what comes next.
It doesn't sit well with him; makes him question too many things, and he's found himself avoiding talking to anyone while he sorts out feelings he had thought were set in stone. He's more grateful now, than ever, for the little house he's made himself, away and warded in a forest that is now more magical for what she's given up.
That, at least, he can't help but hold in regard, awe, her lack of selfpreservation to preserve the magic in these woods.
It's thinking about things, letting himself get lost, that he sees her, and his discomfort fades in the face of how exhausted she looks. "Nerium?"