The Lighthouse was a stable part of the Fade, their own little bubble of safety where things mostly worked the way they were supposed to. This, though - this was pure. And like the Fade, things worked on their own weird dream logic. Like they felt they should work. So sure, the gauntlets could have been willed away, but for the two least magical men in the whole Lighthouse, this was easier. Closer to real. Closer to grounding.
Lucanis let out a deep sigh as Davrin's warm palm rested on the back of his neck, as he felt the press of lips against his forehead. Strong calloused fingers against bone so close to the surface, the gentlest caress right where you'd slip a knife for a fast clean kill. Lucanis let his eyes shut.
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The Lighthouse was a stable part of the Fade, their own little bubble of safety where things mostly worked the way they were supposed to. This, though - this was pure. And like the Fade, things worked on their own weird dream logic. Like they felt they should work. So sure, the gauntlets could have been willed away, but for the two least magical men in the whole Lighthouse, this was easier. Closer to real. Closer to grounding.
Lucanis let out a deep sigh as Davrin's warm palm rested on the back of his neck, as he felt the press of lips against his forehead. Strong calloused fingers against bone so close to the surface, the gentlest caress right where you'd slip a knife for a fast clean kill. Lucanis let his eyes shut.
"Were we? I don't ... I don't remember."