warning: mature themes
Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Is it because she sleeps beside him, Gale wonders? Has her nearness contributed to the restoration of his magic? He can feel it even before he’s fully awake, thrumming inside of him like the lightning that dances across his skin.
Mazikeen still rests, and the recently-woken Gale buries his face back against her shoulder, where the scents of sleep and blood and sex are still thickest. He shifts against her, hoping she wakes but content to admire her sleeping until she does.
The phoenix flames burn at her center, and Gale Watches them fondly, blows intangible air on them and wonders if Mazikeen will feel their flare in her skin.
“I found Malik,” Gale says aloud once he is sure she is awake. “He is Gale’s but I think...” He hesitates, considering just a moment, and then continues, because surely he can alter the boy the way he has his mother: “I think that he might be worth having in Hyaline.”
The exact method is still something he considers. Theft is simple, but Sickle has proven that the twins are old enough now to resist being taken. Perhaps he can make the boy younger?
“What do you think?” he asks, and the genuine interest he feels as he waits for her answer does not feel as strange as it should.
@Mazikeen
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current appearance: glowing perlino wildcat with lightning and iridescent navy blue scarring
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