a killer come to call, beyza

[Beyza]

She smiles back at him, finding herself warming up to this sharp-grinned shadow despite the lack of pleasant memories. Maybe he wasn’t quite as bad as she had been thinking this whole time. “I wonder if it still counts as love,” she muses out loud “if there is no choice.” The light loves her, but she does not imagine there’s anything sweet about it. Not like the way her twin seems to be warmth incarnate. “But perhaps I can win over the shadows, one day. They are… elusive.” Beyza wonders, belatedly, if that is an odd thing to say to someone that is an embodiment of shadows but the mist rolls off her back as though emphasizing her point. Even her fog is filled with light while Anaxarete and Jaime both seem to belong to completely. What is it like to disappear? Her edges begin to fade and blur but she snaps herself out of those thoughts and back into the present with the faintest trace of a frown. She thinks now of the way he shifts and rasps out his words - and she can feel the tingle of her magic as it reacts to her desire to help. It is an effort not to just send it forward in cool, soothing waves. Instead, she sends words. “Are you in pain? I can help relieve it if you’d like. Give you a break - at least temporarily.” She’s wary about using her magic without permission or approval now and her overuse of caution makes her voice quiet as she prepares to recoil at the rejection she has come to expect. beyza

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@[jamie] why haven't I been tagging you in this thread