MILO
this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
His magic infuses the stones and warms them and it drains him even further, but he works and works because if he does this well the first time he hopefully won’t have to come back to fix it up further. But his energy wanes further, evidenced by the sag in his shoulders, the trembling to his hands when he withdraws with her instruction, swallowing down a decent amount of air to fill his heaving lungs.
A few moments later, and he’s turning toward the water again, moving to the other side from where he’d initially put the majority of his magic, and those hands slip out again, filling the reservoir with that pale light again, the veins in his hands dark against the glowing of his hands. And as soon as he’s done with that, he sinks back to the bench of the fountain, sitting in the shade of the middle of the fountain, panting and red and slick with sweat.
A few moments later, and he’s turning toward the water again, moving to the other side from where he’d initially put the majority of his magic, and those hands slip out again, filling the reservoir with that pale light again, the veins in his hands dark against the glowing of his hands. And as soon as he’s done with that, he sinks back to the bench of the fountain, sitting in the shade of the middle of the fountain, panting and red and slick with sweat.
for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
