[ The forces of nature at at his fingertips. It's got to be a sight, watching him spin them with his will and a cantrip or two, throwing light and wind about with half-crazed smiles in the best of situations, hard snarls in the worst. He could feel John's eyes on his back, watching him as he put an end to their rogue. When he'd turned about, it was to meet those eyes of his, and help him free: gingerly, almost tenderly, taking a moment to run his fingers soothingly over the skin of John's wrists.
Teeth worry at his lip while he clambers to his feet, tucking the blasting rod away so he can offer John a hand, or two. ] Not that. How'd you get out of the glamour? I can't even wrestle my way out of one and you! You're - still a vanilla mortal.
[ The way he watches John now. Something careful, softer than every, understanding - there's some crooked, lopsided little thing on his face as he meets the man's eyes, and it might be a smile. He points to the nymph's form as she begins to burn out, then to the green of John's eyes as they reflect the flames. ] Heh. Only you can prevent forest fires.
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Date: 2012-11-09 04:18 am (UTC)Teeth worry at his lip while he clambers to his feet, tucking the blasting rod away so he can offer John a hand, or two. ] Not that. How'd you get out of the glamour? I can't even wrestle my way out of one and you! You're - still a vanilla mortal.
[ The way he watches John now. Something careful, softer than every, understanding - there's some crooked, lopsided little thing on his face as he meets the man's eyes, and it might be a smile. He points to the nymph's form as she begins to burn out, then to the green of John's eyes as they reflect the flames. ] Heh. Only you can prevent forest fires.