Ghastly could really use a breath of fresh air as well. This touching of souls felt almost inappropriate. Maybe that was just because Solomon was treating it as such, withdrawing immediately with his hand curled. Maybe it was because souls should be invisible and intangible to anyone other than an angel. Maybe it was because when Solomon reached out for Ghastly's arm he withdrew again, as if afraid to touch something hot.
It shouldn't feel like that. Yes, Ghastly would appreciate not having to deal with this at all, but it was Solomon's magic now. The ex-Necromancer was fumbling, as all sorcerers did at first, and those same fumbles would likely lead to trips and mistakes and things he should not be able to do. It was all part of the learning process. Solomon just had a greater learning curve than most.
And the so-called 'lifestream' magic was a damn sight better than Necromancy.
Without a word, Ghastly took Solomon's arm and led him towards the door. The breath of fresh air, when it came, was every bit as soothing as it should have been; and the woods the Hotel had parked itself inside were just large enough to make a walk all the way through them in the midst of a spring awakening enjoyable.
Ghastly didn't say anything again until they were properly outside, and then he turned. "Do you remember the day we met, when you and Skulduggery crashed my mother's sailboat into the docks? What was his excuse for that, again?"
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It shouldn't feel like that. Yes, Ghastly would appreciate not having to deal with this at all, but it was Solomon's magic now. The ex-Necromancer was fumbling, as all sorcerers did at first, and those same fumbles would likely lead to trips and mistakes and things he should not be able to do. It was all part of the learning process. Solomon just had a greater learning curve than most.
And the so-called 'lifestream' magic was a damn sight better than Necromancy.
Without a word, Ghastly took Solomon's arm and led him towards the door. The breath of fresh air, when it came, was every bit as soothing as it should have been; and the woods the Hotel had parked itself inside were just large enough to make a walk all the way through them in the midst of a spring awakening enjoyable.
Ghastly didn't say anything again until they were properly outside, and then he turned. "Do you remember the day we met, when you and Skulduggery crashed my mother's sailboat into the docks? What was his excuse for that, again?"