10-17-2018, 11:08 PM
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She dared to reach for him!
He exploded more magic, pushed it outwards and thickened the walls in firm retaliation. A solid message. He would not be forced to do anything. Even to listen to her. He'd had plenty of time to sit here and rest, replenish his reserves. And he'd damn well use it. It was what they wanted from him now, and he would give it.
She wanted to manipulate him, snake her way into his mind and alter it. Change it again, impress on it again.
No, that had been his wife.
Still.
He'd come out when he was damn well ready to.
And he was ready to. But any time a magic reached for him, he thrust his walls up hard. He defended again. Like their lives depended on it. A reflex he couldn't seem to turn off, not with the bottomless well of fury, the endless wrath roiling within him. Every thought angered him, boiled his icy blood to burning hot. Perhaps he'd finally had enough betrayal, enough manipulation, enough loss. He'd stood his ground as they pushed him around, tried to force their way, push him down.
They could try to cut him down, but he'd still stand tall. It wasn't <i>HIS</i> transgressions they'd despised so deeply. He was only who they chose to blame, twist it in their minds enough times until it made sense to them. Twisted and false.
The ice hardened again, but he halted it this time. Cut it off with a deliberate pinch between two fingers. The glacier was just big enough for the two of them and a dense barrier keeping them protected from the rest of the world. Not even his fire-wielding daughter could melt this tomb in her hottest temper.
He created pores in the ice, the outside sweating as he melted the interior enough for their gravity-defying bodies to fall gently and stand on a platform. Everything he did had a purpose though, and he positioned himself between his daughter and the others outside, held her close and prepared to refreeze them in their safety. Always the Guardian.
He hadn't expected the shot of magic doubled up and straight to the heart of their fortress. It was an unseen force that hit his back, arching him back with an outcry. Again, his magic responded in kind, in defense. Armor solidified along his spine, gritting his teeth as it plunged spikes outward and thrust their magic to the edge of the glacier. Like iridescent fractals, it reached out, connecting with the barrier and expounding on itself until they were frozen solid within again, reinforced again in three more passes of magic.
It would take more than that to force him.
They wouldn't make him do anything.
Even if he wanted the same thing they did.</div> </div> </div>
<a href="https://youtu.be/_ubnhgZgsfc"><i>I'm still alive</i></a></center>
She dared to reach for him!
He exploded more magic, pushed it outwards and thickened the walls in firm retaliation. A solid message. He would not be forced to do anything. Even to listen to her. He'd had plenty of time to sit here and rest, replenish his reserves. And he'd damn well use it. It was what they wanted from him now, and he would give it.
She wanted to manipulate him, snake her way into his mind and alter it. Change it again, impress on it again.
No, that had been his wife.
Still.
He'd come out when he was damn well ready to.
And he was ready to. But any time a magic reached for him, he thrust his walls up hard. He defended again. Like their lives depended on it. A reflex he couldn't seem to turn off, not with the bottomless well of fury, the endless wrath roiling within him. Every thought angered him, boiled his icy blood to burning hot. Perhaps he'd finally had enough betrayal, enough manipulation, enough loss. He'd stood his ground as they pushed him around, tried to force their way, push him down.
They could try to cut him down, but he'd still stand tall. It wasn't <i>HIS</i> transgressions they'd despised so deeply. He was only who they chose to blame, twist it in their minds enough times until it made sense to them. Twisted and false.
The ice hardened again, but he halted it this time. Cut it off with a deliberate pinch between two fingers. The glacier was just big enough for the two of them and a dense barrier keeping them protected from the rest of the world. Not even his fire-wielding daughter could melt this tomb in her hottest temper.
He created pores in the ice, the outside sweating as he melted the interior enough for their gravity-defying bodies to fall gently and stand on a platform. Everything he did had a purpose though, and he positioned himself between his daughter and the others outside, held her close and prepared to refreeze them in their safety. Always the Guardian.
He hadn't expected the shot of magic doubled up and straight to the heart of their fortress. It was an unseen force that hit his back, arching him back with an outcry. Again, his magic responded in kind, in defense. Armor solidified along his spine, gritting his teeth as it plunged spikes outward and thrust their magic to the edge of the glacier. Like iridescent fractals, it reached out, connecting with the barrier and expounding on itself until they were frozen solid within again, reinforced again in three more passes of magic.
It would take more than that to force him.
They wouldn't make him do anything.
Even if he wanted the same thing they did.</div> </div> </div>
<a href="https://youtu.be/_ubnhgZgsfc"><i>I'm still alive</i></a></center>
