The moment Solomon realised he was doing he stopped, curling his fingers in again in what was fast becoming another unrealised tell. It seemed to be the only way he could be sure he wouldn't influence things without intending it, and even then, sometimes it only directed power into his fist.
"It would be if I meant to do it," Solomon said, sounded a little frazzled himself. "I think I could use that breath of fresh air, now, by the way."
Just how far did this touch go? It wasn't that he was surprised by it, because the lifestream wasn't just a sight and he couldn't deny it. But it was, constantly, startling. His senses blurred in it; it was sight and sound and touch all at once, and he wasn't sure yet how he was meant to divine the differences between them when there didn't seem to be any half the time.
Blindly Solomon put out his hand, and then checked himself, half withdrawing again when he felt that heat. Dimmed now, but still present, and he wasn't sure whether he could reach out for Ghastly himself without touching something he shouldn't. So instead he waited for Ghastly to reach for him.
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"It would be if I meant to do it," Solomon said, sounded a little frazzled himself. "I think I could use that breath of fresh air, now, by the way."
Just how far did this touch go? It wasn't that he was surprised by it, because the lifestream wasn't just a sight and he couldn't deny it. But it was, constantly, startling. His senses blurred in it; it was sight and sound and touch all at once, and he wasn't sure yet how he was meant to divine the differences between them when there didn't seem to be any half the time.
Blindly Solomon put out his hand, and then checked himself, half withdrawing again when he felt that heat. Dimmed now, but still present, and he wasn't sure whether he could reach out for Ghastly himself without touching something he shouldn't. So instead he waited for Ghastly to reach for him.