Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Gale’s sister does not scream. Her eyes are a soft color - summer sky blue - but they meet his like a wall, like she might somehow stop him with their intensity.
She probably has stopped mortal men, he thinks, savoring the taste of her heart. She might even have caught his eyes, relation to his host irrelevant, had the twisted darkness had a taste for mortal women. He likes to hurt them, and they are all lovely when they scream, so one face is much like the next. They are unique more for their powers, and Gale finds these strange.
Uncomfortable even, and he scowls.
“Hopefully not something I regret,” he answers. There is always a learning period after consuming a new magic. Aela’s magic is running freely through him, giving the nothingness emotions. It has no heart to feel them, so they circle about inside him, sharp, barbed, smooth, pleasant, as if they are physical sensations instead.
He feels nauseous.
Gale blinks, still scowling, and does not notice that Aela herself has changed, that in taking and stealing and mending her he has altered some vital bit. Later, when it has altered her magic to a level he can recognize, perhaps Gale will understand what had conspired between them.
For now, he only knows that he has a new power that makes him ill, that he can successfully remove the heart of a still-living horse, and that Aela might someday become an Obstacle.
“You should go home.” The words are terse and his lightning blue gaze is dismissive. “Or to...wherever.” She is the sort to wander, it seems, unpredictable. Dangerous.
He frowns again, and that is all the dismissal she’ll receive before he disappears.
@Aela
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