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a bag of broken glass. ([personal profile] potential) wrote in [community profile] aftr_ooc 2018-08-22 05:53 pm (UTC)

hELLO

[ Even though these are flowers, not weeds, Caleb has the momentary, delirious thought that he must yank it out by the root. But what would doing that do to Beau's veins? There's some strange magic at work here, but Caleb hasn't managed to dispel it.

Or wake up. He is no longer so sure where the lines between dreams and reality lie. This is hardly so far-fetched. If it's a curse, it's an effective one. ]


I don't want to hurt you.

[ So that's a "no" on the fire, then. He's unwilling to skirt too close to using flame practically on Beau's skin. It feels like tempting fate, especially when his limbs feel heaving and his fingers clumsy. There are flowers slipping from beneath his cuffs. Avoidance is only going to get him so far. He gives a gentle tug on the flower Beau indicated, frowning. ]

Can you feel that?

[ If Caleb thinks too much about this, he might throw up. That's the true danger here. ]

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