[Nothing more is said between them, but nothing needs to be said. He doesn’t let himself make the mistake of attempting to hold her gaze or search her face for any discernible emotion. And with a swirl of his cloak as he twists around, he refuses to give himself the smallest chance, striding towards the portal and stepping with her into the center of the column of light.
From there it’s all automatic, years of devoted practice and honing of a strange power innate to him boiling down to a few seconds of easy effort. He brings his focus to a sharp point and draws magic from the core of his being to feed into the portal, willing solid flesh and bone to dissolve little by little until they’re gone and the light with them, swallowed up by the night to anyone who might have seen it. The perfect, snow-dampened hush settles anew.
Hundreds and hundreds of feet away and deep under layers of frost and snow and rock, their bodies reassemble amidst Isaac’s bedroom, a fire already crackling at the hearth. Abel tears through the fabric of reality before long, filling the space with a similar flash of white light as it does. But in a place far from the sun’s reach, darkness descends quickly and heavily.
Isaac is accustomed to this, spending weeks and months and years of his life in dimly lit places. But he thinks to relight the candle on his desk.]
Light it.
[He says, inviting her to draw upon Eferin’s magic and carefully control it.]
action
From there it’s all automatic, years of devoted practice and honing of a strange power innate to him boiling down to a few seconds of easy effort. He brings his focus to a sharp point and draws magic from the core of his being to feed into the portal, willing solid flesh and bone to dissolve little by little until they’re gone and the light with them, swallowed up by the night to anyone who might have seen it. The perfect, snow-dampened hush settles anew.
Hundreds and hundreds of feet away and deep under layers of frost and snow and rock, their bodies reassemble amidst Isaac’s bedroom, a fire already crackling at the hearth. Abel tears through the fabric of reality before long, filling the space with a similar flash of white light as it does. But in a place far from the sun’s reach, darkness descends quickly and heavily.
Isaac is accustomed to this, spending weeks and months and years of his life in dimly lit places. But he thinks to relight the candle on his desk.]
Light it.
[He says, inviting her to draw upon Eferin’s magic and carefully control it.]