[In contrast, Julian accepts the small act of physical contact readily, easily. His mismatched gaze sliding down to the place where the other man's fingers circle the slender length of his arm. Slender, but with lean muscle taut beneath the surface, dark feathers concealing a quiet kind of strength. Strength he doesn't, in fact, quite realise he now possesses. The feel of the Witch's hand; it's a heated contrast with his unusually cool skin.
His expression remains distantly curious until the moment the flames leap into life. He feels something, he thinks, in the moment before it happens. A tug and pull somewhere deep inside of him, some place he doesn't know how to name. But the burst of heat and light snatches away any thoughts he might have about this, breath catching quick in his throat, muscles jumping beneath feathers and skin.
It's a small thing, his reaction - eyes flaring wide, body tense, feathers softly ruffled - but it's there. The subtle hint of alarm.
It passes quickly, and he takes a steadying breath. Huffs it out again in the shape of a quiet laugh.]
Well that, ah...that was quite something. Are you usually a magician? When you're, er, awake, I mean.
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His expression remains distantly curious until the moment the flames leap into life. He feels something, he thinks, in the moment before it happens. A tug and pull somewhere deep inside of him, some place he doesn't know how to name. But the burst of heat and light snatches away any thoughts he might have about this, breath catching quick in his throat, muscles jumping beneath feathers and skin.
It's a small thing, his reaction - eyes flaring wide, body tense, feathers softly ruffled - but it's there. The subtle hint of alarm.
It passes quickly, and he takes a steadying breath. Huffs it out again in the shape of a quiet laugh.]
Well that, ah...that was quite something. Are you usually a magician? When you're, er, awake, I mean.