[the emotion that their link entails should be a faint thing, soft as a barely there breeze, only noticeable with effort. but what comes in is sharp, whipping against a metaphorical cheek in intensity. rejection of the idea, a rage flaring up at his core, the gates of an estate slamming shut with force enough to shake the gate.
there's anger, thick and choking, barely restrained.]
So, Caster, you can read minds as well? I know not of your previous masters, but I find such a tactic distasteful.
[his words are freezing cold, speaking without forming the sentences that Caster should show himself again at once.
(one errant chord in the roar that comes in response. a twist in it that can only be matched with the idea of fear and reflexes born from hair trigger responses. get out of his head, that's somewhere that shouldn't be touched, get out-)]
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there's anger, thick and choking, barely restrained.]
So, Caster, you can read minds as well? I know not of your previous masters, but I find such a tactic distasteful.
[his words are freezing cold, speaking without forming the sentences that Caster should show himself again at once.
(one errant chord in the roar that comes in response. a twist in it that can only be matched with the idea of fear and reflexes born from hair trigger responses. get out of his head, that's somewhere that shouldn't be touched, get out-)]