anyone;

[Rhonen]

rhonen

molten eyes and a smile made for war

Their skin meets for a second while he speaks to her, affirms that she is beautiful, before the rush of air and the pain of their bodies meeting. At the impact, he loses the fragile hold he had over his newly reclaimed powers, and he can feel the oily rush as Conquest’s dark power rushes through him, flowing into Dovev where their bodies meet. The chestnut boy knows enough to duck his head, taking his throat away from the snap of the dark stallion’s angry teeth, and though he falters back a step between the force of the blow and wincing away from the man’s bite, he does not fall. Young he may be, and lithe, but he is tall and strong and healthy. Fire seems to burst where Dovev’s rake down his neck, and he returns in kind by snapping his own jaws at whatever part of Dovev he can find that is flesh and not bone. When the come apart, he is breathing heavily, and feels his powers sink back into his chest. Rhonen doesn’t know what it will cause, or how long they touched, but he is certain that it had escaped his grasp and he feels sick to his stomach, forcing it back inside himself, afraid that he will affect Atrani.

He should never have touched her. He is broken and his touch is poison, like this. His touch is poison, again.

Atrani reinforces these thoughts as she steps away from both of them, and Rhonen is sure she sees now that he is as much a monster as her father, and wants nothing more to do with him. He is shaking, wound tight, expecting another attack from Dovev with every shaky breath he takes. This is not his first combat situation, but it had been different in the quest-world; the evil had been clear-cut and he was fighting for his life. His twin had not been there, and neither had this shining girl.

Rhonen’s heart leaps in his chest when she says she does not want to go, his eyes lighting with a joy he doesn’t often remember to feel, at contrast with the way he shivers at the feeling of blood dripping down his neck, revolting him just as much as the smell of blood on the monster had. The next words are her pleading for them not to fight and he forgets, or pretends to forget, Dovev, leaning towards her but not moving his feet. He can’t touch her now, with the poison under his skin and the blood on his neck. He would be no better than the monster. “I’m sorry,” he says helplessly, because he doesn’t know what to do. He wants to clash again with the monster, unleash his full power until the man falls quavering at his feet, but her request has him motionless instead.

Toli; I'm gonna leave it up to you how/if Rhonen affects Dovev with his power. He just got it back after all and he hasn't had much practice so it would be really weak, or it could be strong because he was so emotional. Up to you. :3 Basically it could cause any disease - boils or a rash or a cough or rabies or whatever you wanted. Rhonen wasn't really thinking of anything in particular, lol, just being angry and destructive.