[It's surreal and alarming, to watch the delicate bones and tendons pulled apart and separated by shears. L is neither attractive or vain, when it comes to his physical appearance, but his fingers are long, elegant, and endlessly useful. The loss of a thumb alone is devastating, but... no, it could be reattached, if he manages to muster his strength and deal the kind of damage he needs before Niles mutilates him further. It's only a loss if he gives up now and breaks a promise he made to his Bonded, and half of Myr's kind heart right along with it.
He's shaking (from the shock, or the chill?), but even with the dressing Niles is briskly wrapping his hand in, there's not quite enough to work with and draw from for the kind of magic he needs. If Niles chances a glance up at L's face, he'll notice that for just a few moments, the grey of L's eyes has given way to a frosted, clear blue, and he bites out the syllables of an incantation without really knowing what overcompensation will do with this particular spell.
The buzzing of the collar interrupts his attempt to cast, and his head drops back, as his vision blotches and blacks. Blood magic is a delicate balance of having enough to give, and enough to sustain him, and currently, he's on the wrong side of it. The frigidity in the air around them remains, but in spite of the adrenaline that should give him enough to throw something Niles' way, he's... feeble. More anemic than usual, even as he's more desperate than usual.]
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He's shaking (from the shock, or the chill?), but even with the dressing Niles is briskly wrapping his hand in, there's not quite enough to work with and draw from for the kind of magic he needs. If Niles chances a glance up at L's face, he'll notice that for just a few moments, the grey of L's eyes has given way to a frosted, clear blue, and he bites out the syllables of an incantation without really knowing what overcompensation will do with this particular spell.
The buzzing of the collar interrupts his attempt to cast, and his head drops back, as his vision blotches and blacks. Blood magic is a delicate balance of having enough to give, and enough to sustain him, and currently, he's on the wrong side of it. The frigidity in the air around them remains, but in spite of the adrenaline that should give him enough to throw something Niles' way, he's... feeble. More anemic than usual, even as he's more desperate than usual.]