[ It takes a moment for Reynir to recognize what is happening. There is no easing into the magical connection between them, no gradual learning period. When he first feels that fluttering of anxious vulnerability inside him, he can't parse it. It's not his own, exactly, but he feels it. Like an echo of an emotion...
Until he realizes, looking at Onni's face, what it must be. This is what Onni is feeling. This raw, exposed feeling, this uncertainty, is his. It's there in the strain of his voice and the unshed tears in his eyes, and it's there inside of Reynir, flowing in directly, unfiltered by expression and interpretation.
He acts on instinct, like he so often does, letting go of Onni's hand, but only so he can fling an arm around Onni's shoulders and steer him out of that magical circle, towards the door of the room, away from these witches and their observation. ]
Yeah. And I feel it, too. C'mon, let's get out of here, let's go home.
[ Normally, Reynir would smile at the witches for helping, would thank them and stay to chat. But the rest of the world is feeling oddly out of focus, and dim. Onni is pressed against him, immediate and warm and there and linked to him. So Reynir sweeps the both of them out the doors, using those long legs of his to steer the pair of them in the direction of the Coven's exit.
Maybe he ought to have asked, but he can just tell now, that this is what Onni needs. To be somewhere that feels safer, to have some quiet and solitude (well, except for Reynir) to sort out this new way of experiencing the world. ]
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Until he realizes, looking at Onni's face, what it must be. This is what Onni is feeling. This raw, exposed feeling, this uncertainty, is his. It's there in the strain of his voice and the unshed tears in his eyes, and it's there inside of Reynir, flowing in directly, unfiltered by expression and interpretation.
He acts on instinct, like he so often does, letting go of Onni's hand, but only so he can fling an arm around Onni's shoulders and steer him out of that magical circle, towards the door of the room, away from these witches and their observation. ]
Yeah. And I feel it, too. C'mon, let's get out of here, let's go home.
[ Normally, Reynir would smile at the witches for helping, would thank them and stay to chat. But the rest of the world is feeling oddly out of focus, and dim. Onni is pressed against him, immediate and warm and there and linked to him. So Reynir sweeps the both of them out the doors, using those long legs of his to steer the pair of them in the direction of the Coven's exit.
Maybe he ought to have asked, but he can just tell now, that this is what Onni needs. To be somewhere that feels safer, to have some quiet and solitude (well, except for Reynir) to sort out this new way of experiencing the world. ]