Too bad-- [Quentin grinds out, jaw clenched against the pain rolling over him as Riku pushes him back down, and how the fuck did that guy get so strong? Riku's hand feels like it weighs a ton, at least.] Only part of me-- that doesn't-- ow, shit-- feels broken.
[And he was about to argue the point, to get back up when-- it's not light, because it's never light anymore, not here, but it's like the after-image after a bolt of lightening, pressing in and unfurling something in the air over his body and Quentin looks back, heart pounding, his mouth too dry and tasting like iron. Gritty and slick, when he tries to swallow - trust, trust, trust- he'd been bent over more bodies today than he ever wanted to, and maybe this was how it looked to the people who didn't know magic, that electrified sizzle in the air just before magic touches you and the thing in the air drips, drops magic, and it sinks in to him.
Quentin arches off the ground with a silent scream, mouth opened wide as the magic works its way through him and it's over in the blink of an eye and still it felt like forever before the vice-like grip around his chest loosens, before he can breath again and he flops back, blinking and gasping for breath.]
That-- [and another deep breath, a little easier this time around and his head is still pounding and his chest hurts when he breathes, but less now. Like he can actually do this without passing out and he settles for just lying back down to look up at Riku, still holding what looks like a giant key.] That was you? Wasn't it? Thank you.
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[And he was about to argue the point, to get back up when-- it's not light, because it's never light anymore, not here, but it's like the after-image after a bolt of lightening, pressing in and unfurling something in the air over his body and Quentin looks back, heart pounding, his mouth too dry and tasting like iron. Gritty and slick, when he tries to swallow - trust, trust, trust- he'd been bent over more bodies today than he ever wanted to, and maybe this was how it looked to the people who didn't know magic, that electrified sizzle in the air just before magic touches you and the thing in the air drips, drops magic, and it sinks in to him.
Quentin arches off the ground with a silent scream, mouth opened wide as the magic works its way through him and it's over in the blink of an eye and still it felt like forever before the vice-like grip around his chest loosens, before he can breath again and he flops back, blinking and gasping for breath.]
That-- [and another deep breath, a little easier this time around and his head is still pounding and his chest hurts when he breathes, but less now. Like he can actually do this without passing out and he settles for just lying back down to look up at Riku, still holding what looks like a giant key.] That was you? Wasn't it? Thank you.