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Dafydd "Day" Llewellyn ([personal profile] cleansing) wrote 2016-03-29 02:58 pm (UTC)

[With his hand on Tristan, it's easy to tell that he's not quite Heavenly. It's strange, like an emptiness with jagged edges left as a reminder of what had been there. His own magic itches to soak into those tears and fill the void, calming and refreshing and healing. It's his line, but deeper than that is his nature that just wants to make things right even if Tristan is all but a stranger to him.

He sees the magic in places like this, but it never stops when the sun rises. It's corny, but Day looks for the incredible through ever aspect of humanity. He'd been told it was an annoying trait that would probably getting him mugged one day, or worse.

Taking the seat, he barely blinks at the touch of fingers of the brush of shoulders. Day might have spiritual magic, but he loves everything physical. That doesn't mean it isn't thrilling to swap magic with Tristan, his smile growing brighter in the gloom. He doesn't flinch from the fact that it's a little less than sweet, a little bit darker. Day makes it his specialty to work with people who access darker magic since they tend to need him more.]


You should start. It looks like a nice one. [His ass, though he's only seen it through jeans.] You alone? Or do I have to stop touching you now we've said hellos?

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