[ in the corner of her eye, she sees that stumble, she hears the deep and ominous sound of the lava lapping at the table legs. how it's not already aflame is beyond her, but the way her heart thunders in her chest, throat, and ears—she has already convinced herself it won't be long.
don't listen to his voice. don't hear that note of alarm in it. the urgency. don't think about how badly this could go. is about to go.
it's with a vaguely animal gait that she pulls herself up the wall, up and up, until she's on the ceiling above and upside-down. something about the inversion of her body's gravity makes her stomach turn, or maybe it's just the stress. either way, isn't a ceiling just another floor, when you think about it?
by which I mean, she is taking off at a sprint towards him, just... above. her hands, they know the motions to bring the floating disk from the Weave and into the Material Plane, and that's what she does, though she has never been all that adept at action and magic in the same breath. what this means is for Henry, he'll see the great grey shape of it materialize at the so-called hellmouth. and then it begins to skid atop the lava's surface in Sprezzatura's wake, like a dog being pulled by its leash. ]
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don't listen to his voice. don't hear that note of alarm in it. the urgency. don't think about how badly this could go. is about to go.
it's with a vaguely animal gait that she pulls herself up the wall, up and up, until she's on the ceiling above and upside-down. something about the inversion of her body's gravity makes her stomach turn, or maybe it's just the stress. either way, isn't a ceiling just another floor, when you think about it?
by which I mean, she is taking off at a sprint towards him, just... above. her hands, they know the motions to bring the floating disk from the Weave and into the Material Plane, and that's what she does, though she has never been all that adept at action and magic in the same breath. what this means is for Henry, he'll see the great grey shape of it materialize at the so-called hellmouth. and then it begins to skid atop the lava's surface in Sprezzatura's wake, like a dog being pulled by its leash. ]