“Impulsive? I’m sure the boats I’ve heard tales about would agree.”
Wall of Fire, Caleb? Did that ring a bell? Jester had told him a bit about that once, and he gleaned what he could from that her methods of diction. Still, he laughed a little, a soft sound, kind, as his own fingers tightened in return.
He was glad it wasn’t him, either; pain was distasteful, unappealing, frightening. But –
“And yet, it shouldn’t have been you, either.” His hand slid from Caleb’s, then gently took the wizard’s wrist and positioned it palm up. Idly, Essek reached down with his fingertip, started to trace a familiar shape – the dodecahedron – in the center among Caleb’s life and love lines. “I would find great pleasure right now in going into that room and squeezing it into nothingness.”
His eyes flickered up to blue ones, lingering there. “If the tortures of this place are anything to be believed, I do not doubt that one day you and I will stand in these rooms together with similar carving knives.”
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Wall of Fire, Caleb? Did that ring a bell? Jester had told him a bit about that once, and he gleaned what he could from that her methods of diction. Still, he laughed a little, a soft sound, kind, as his own fingers tightened in return.
He was glad it wasn’t him, either; pain was distasteful, unappealing, frightening. But –
“And yet, it shouldn’t have been you, either.” His hand slid from Caleb’s, then gently took the wizard’s wrist and positioned it palm up. Idly, Essek reached down with his fingertip, started to trace a familiar shape – the dodecahedron – in the center among Caleb’s life and love lines. “I would find great pleasure right now in going into that room and squeezing it into nothingness.”
His eyes flickered up to blue ones, lingering there. “If the tortures of this place are anything to be believed, I do not doubt that one day you and I will stand in these rooms together with similar carving knives.”