[Even when the laughter finally begins to fade, he’s still holding on. His forehead pressed against her, catching his breath — and feeling that strange sense of delirious… contentedness that floods his body in the wake of a laughing fit. Needless to say, it’s not something he’s experienced in a long while.
Magic or not, how fitting it is to feel it again in her presence.]
What was that? [Breathes out the question, murmured against her.] There’s magic just to make someone laugh?
[Imagine using one’s powers for good. (Minus the times that spell generally is not used for good.)]
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Magic or not, how fitting it is to feel it again in her presence.]
What was that? [Breathes out the question, murmured against her.] There’s magic just to make someone laugh?
[Imagine using one’s powers for good. (Minus the times that spell generally is not used for good.)]