He curls his fingertips around that gauntlet, clinging in sweet insistence. A serpent’s coils winding ever tighter.
“You can’t do this alone.” Crimson eyes fixed in the dark as they meet Fenris’ own, beguiling magic threaded through that hold— through the air itself— as natural and fluid as the unsheathing of claws. “You don’t want to do this alone.”
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He curls his fingertips around that gauntlet, clinging in sweet insistence. A serpent’s coils winding ever tighter.
“You can’t do this alone.” Crimson eyes fixed in the dark as they meet Fenris’ own, beguiling magic threaded through that hold— through the air itself— as natural and fluid as the unsheathing of claws. “You don’t want to do this alone.”