[And it feels good, the snap of the salt-sea air, the scent of it, the kind of homecoming he's sometimes dreamed of during the very darkest parts of the night for, oh, months now. Too long.
The moment leaves him so cleanly lit up inside that it takes a moment for the other man's words to sink down into him, and he's happy enough that the ache that comes with the thought of his ex is a small one, just a little twinge behind the ribs.
Because he has to wonder what sort of magician that makes Asra. A slippery one, often distant, sometimes unkind, and always, always oblique. Not crazy he thinks, but not the sort who just wants to fool you, either.
That question comes though, and quickly, he laughs. Runs a hand back through salty curls.]
What, me? Hah! No I er, no. I'm singularly useless at magic, ask anyone. Aside from this little curse of mine but that um, it was bestowed on me by someone else so hardly counts.
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The moment leaves him so cleanly lit up inside that it takes a moment for the other man's words to sink down into him, and he's happy enough that the ache that comes with the thought of his ex is a small one, just a little twinge behind the ribs.
Because he has to wonder what sort of magician that makes Asra. A slippery one, often distant, sometimes unkind, and always, always oblique. Not crazy he thinks, but not the sort who just wants to fool you, either.
That question comes though, and quickly, he laughs. Runs a hand back through salty curls.]
What, me? Hah! No I er, no. I'm singularly useless at magic, ask anyone. Aside from this little curse of mine but that um, it was bestowed on me by someone else so hardly counts.