12-21-2019, 08:08 PM
Draco almost wishes the entrails and severed limbs disgust him. As he watches the once-dead creature do its sickening little dance, he feels almost nothing other than amusement, and for a moment he realizes something might be wrong with that. All it takes a simple shrug and sly smile to shake that feeling, and he is dragging his crimson gaze back to the wolf-girl.
Warmth flares sudden and unwelcome in Draco’s chest. His eyes whip up to the beaked creature perched above them, wanting to feel anger but finding he cannot. Instinctively, his eyes begin to glow a furious red, whipping out waves of fear just as Dreamscar sends out tendrils of love. The air feels thick with thoughts and magic and Draco grows nauseous, incapable of taking his gaze away from the hippogriff. It all grows too much—
Too much until an entirely new equine appears next to Meiilyn and the demon is finally capable of tearing his gaze away from the love illusionist. He whips his head around to peer suspiciously at Set, still feeling the calls of love, therefore incapable of turning down the fear aura of his eyes. They frantically consider the magician as he questions Meiilyn, then return to the hovering hippogriff.
“I know you’re doing something! Please stop,” Draco calls gently to Dreamscar. What he wants to come out is “what the fuck is wrong with you” and “I’ll make you regret this” but the constricting magic keeps his request polite.
Still, though, his eyes glow erratically, and he is so focused on the hope that this will sway the hippogriff that he can barely comprehend the crowding thoughts of the others.
@[Meiilyn] @[Set] @[Dreamscar]
Warmth flares sudden and unwelcome in Draco’s chest. His eyes whip up to the beaked creature perched above them, wanting to feel anger but finding he cannot. Instinctively, his eyes begin to glow a furious red, whipping out waves of fear just as Dreamscar sends out tendrils of love. The air feels thick with thoughts and magic and Draco grows nauseous, incapable of taking his gaze away from the hippogriff. It all grows too much—
Too much until an entirely new equine appears next to Meiilyn and the demon is finally capable of tearing his gaze away from the love illusionist. He whips his head around to peer suspiciously at Set, still feeling the calls of love, therefore incapable of turning down the fear aura of his eyes. They frantically consider the magician as he questions Meiilyn, then return to the hovering hippogriff.
“I know you’re doing something! Please stop,” Draco calls gently to Dreamscar. What he wants to come out is “what the fuck is wrong with you” and “I’ll make you regret this” but the constricting magic keeps his request polite.
Still, though, his eyes glow erratically, and he is so focused on the hope that this will sway the hippogriff that he can barely comprehend the crowding thoughts of the others.
@[Meiilyn] @[Set] @[Dreamscar]
hitch a ride on my violence