[ Olivine shouldn't be the one giving thanks, but Basch keeps quiet. Who is he to argue, or refuse a gift?
Even so, he winces back as Olivine gets closer, some part of him still a scared animal. He closes his eyes, forcing himself to count his breathing and bring his shoulders down from his ears.
God. Well, certainly not one that kept him. Not something he deserved. He'd protected churches, defending people's right to practice their religions, but it meant little to him.
The magic, though, pulls a whimper from him, body arching into the soft warmth of it. Memories he hasn't touched in many years stir at the edge of his mind. Endless flower fields, a meadow with his mother and brother, a time he thought the war would end--
He moans, back arching again, heat searing through his legs, his tailbone, then his head. But the fur falls away. Legs return to human shape, tail and ears retract, and he's left nothing but a dirty, tired, too-thin man. ]
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Date: 2024-03-13 12:54 am (UTC)Even so, he winces back as Olivine gets closer, some part of him still a scared animal. He closes his eyes, forcing himself to count his breathing and bring his shoulders down from his ears.
God. Well, certainly not one that kept him. Not something he deserved. He'd protected churches, defending people's right to practice their religions, but it meant little to him.
The magic, though, pulls a whimper from him, body arching into the soft warmth of it. Memories he hasn't touched in many years stir at the edge of his mind. Endless flower fields, a meadow with his mother and brother, a time he thought the war would end--
He moans, back arching again, heat searing through his legs, his tailbone, then his head. But the fur falls away. Legs return to human shape, tail and ears retract, and he's left nothing but a dirty, tired, too-thin man. ]