07-13-2017, 10:17 PM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take Hypnosis was never something that his parents had thought to warn him of. Why would they? It runs in neither family, not even as anything similar. He should just be a normal boy. As normal as the son of a water dragon and a genie could ever be, that is. The way that she bends beneath his touch is equal parts terrifying and exhilarating. It is nothing his instincts have a reaction for, but the cacophony of clashing impulses makes it difficult for him to act. Hesitant, he pulls away after a failed attempt to move her leg. He expects to see the panic in her eyes, and for a moment he doesn’t catch the absence. It’s only when Ivar’s own blood begins to cool in response to her slowing heart rate does he notice. She isn’t worried anymore. He had told her not to worry. “Walk to shore,” he tells her as he nudges her shoulder forward. They are touching only briefly, but it is enough contact for him to speak. It’s enough for him to make her compliant to his command. With baited breath, he waits to see the result of his first conscious attempt at hypnosis. Ahead of them the moon is beginning to rise, and far below the dunes life is beginning to stir. Ivar’s focus is elsewhere, on his lavender friend who he can only hope is making her way across the last stretch of water between them and solid land. Once she is ashore – safe - he can worry about undoing whatever it is he has managed to do. |
Ooc: that’s totally fine! And yep, though now he’s using it to tell her to make it to dry land
