Liam
In just a matter of minutes, just a matter of time
We could lose it all, we could lose it all
We could lose it all, we could lose it all
At first, nothing happened - but then, like a creeping vine of ivy, he felt it.
The initial draw was faint, gentle almost, but as the contact continued, the siphoning grew more pronounced. His body began to ache, like a slow migraine that covered every inch of his skin, and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair as the feeling grew. And with the pain came a feeling of exhaustion, as though he'd not slept in days, the feeling crawling lazily through his mind, bringing a level of fog with it. Both sensations grew in tandem, an aching, tiring crescendo that sang in his blood. Every bit of him recoiled from it, begging him to draw his hand away and break the contact before it became too much, too painful, too exhausting -
And just when it threatened to overtake him, the feeling stopped.
At first, Liam said nothing. He focused instead on relaxing muscles that had stiffened and tensed beneath Thalassa's ministrations, on unclenching his jaw so that words might come out. When he spoke, it was with a hoarse voice that was not unlike that with which he'd started the evening. The circles under his eyes had deepened, and he looked very much the part of the man drained of life.
"That was... unpleasant." Sitting up straighter in his chair, he winced at the lingering soreness throughout his body. "It hurt - but slowly, like you were increasing the pain bit by bit. And it wasn't sharp, like a dagger or a sword, but... I feel like I was trampled by a herd of horses." Flexing his hands, one of which he'd clamped around his water cup, he hissed softly at the cracking of knuckles. "And I just feel drained, like you sucked some of the life out of me."
Looking up, he realized that Thalassa looked a hell of a lot better than she had moments before. "But I guess that's the point, isn't it?" he added drily. "I'm not sure what all you need to know, so... ask away."
The initial draw was faint, gentle almost, but as the contact continued, the siphoning grew more pronounced. His body began to ache, like a slow migraine that covered every inch of his skin, and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair as the feeling grew. And with the pain came a feeling of exhaustion, as though he'd not slept in days, the feeling crawling lazily through his mind, bringing a level of fog with it. Both sensations grew in tandem, an aching, tiring crescendo that sang in his blood. Every bit of him recoiled from it, begging him to draw his hand away and break the contact before it became too much, too painful, too exhausting -
And just when it threatened to overtake him, the feeling stopped.
At first, Liam said nothing. He focused instead on relaxing muscles that had stiffened and tensed beneath Thalassa's ministrations, on unclenching his jaw so that words might come out. When he spoke, it was with a hoarse voice that was not unlike that with which he'd started the evening. The circles under his eyes had deepened, and he looked very much the part of the man drained of life.
"That was... unpleasant." Sitting up straighter in his chair, he winced at the lingering soreness throughout his body. "It hurt - but slowly, like you were increasing the pain bit by bit. And it wasn't sharp, like a dagger or a sword, but... I feel like I was trampled by a herd of horses." Flexing his hands, one of which he'd clamped around his water cup, he hissed softly at the cracking of knuckles. "And I just feel drained, like you sucked some of the life out of me."
Looking up, he realized that Thalassa looked a hell of a lot better than she had moments before. "But I guess that's the point, isn't it?" he added drily. "I'm not sure what all you need to know, so... ask away."
If all we are is just what we've earned
We are the destroyers
We are the destroyers
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
