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derrica. ([personal profile] tender) wrote2019-08-02 02:35 pm

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[personal profile] exequy 2022-07-06 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can go."

He hasn't pulled his hand away. It hangs loose in hers; his fist-clenching tension has migrated into his upper arm, where it won't bruise her fingers. But it's bleeding out, incrementally, as she proposes action.

"To the front," he clarifies, where Fiona and her forces are. "Mouse is fast. But by the time they get there—"
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[personal profile] exequy 2022-07-08 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods. And he takes his hand back, but not with any particular haste to be free of her grip; it's to straighten the clothes that went crooked in his rush up the stairs, to fix his hair, to transform into a man who is part of a plan instead of in a panic.

"You will need enough people that they cannot talk over you," he says, "or lock you out. We don't have that many mages here. The rifters—"

—are not his favorites, as a group. Disorganized, scattered, confused, so full of outrage at basic facts of Thedosian life that they cannot always see past it into what can, realistically, be done. But there are enough of them to double their numbers.

He sighs. It's close to a growl, but a growl of acceptance.

"You'll have to tell them."