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rune & ciro.
Jan. 23rd, 2021 11:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceremoniousThe spell clears and leaves him nauseous.
For a moment, he doesn't even remember what he'd been doing, squinting through the thin layer of smoke that fills the basement and searching out Ciro's silhouette an arm's length away. He can feel him there regardless, hand resting almost heavily on the workbench. The weakness that he feels doesn't seem to dissipate so easily, thoughts immediately turning to the other witch and obscenely preoccupied with them. A forced breath of air, and his fingers skim Ciro's wrist and along his arm.
"Are you okay?"
The question is equally soft, warmed by the fact he can finally see his face. Rune's distracted by it, moving away from his arm to touch his cheek and trace his fingertips along his jaw. Everything looks fine, but something is wrong. Something is off. That, too, he can feel, but he isn't quite sure what it is.
For a moment, he doesn't even remember what he'd been doing, squinting through the thin layer of smoke that fills the basement and searching out Ciro's silhouette an arm's length away. He can feel him there regardless, hand resting almost heavily on the workbench. The weakness that he feels doesn't seem to dissipate so easily, thoughts immediately turning to the other witch and obscenely preoccupied with them. A forced breath of air, and his fingers skim Ciro's wrist and along his arm.
"Are you okay?"
The question is equally soft, warmed by the fact he can finally see his face. Rune's distracted by it, moving away from his arm to touch his cheek and trace his fingertips along his jaw. Everything looks fine, but something is wrong. Something is off. That, too, he can feel, but he isn't quite sure what it is.
