[He eyes the other man, briefly. A quick side-long once-over that stands in sharp contrast to the way the Witch had eyed him only moments before. Long, and unabashedly appraising. Something that might just have caused flustered self-consciousness were it not for the talk of corruption, felt like a knife to the heart.
The Witch is slight, next to him. Unprotected by feathers or talons or fangs, but there's a cool dissociation about him, the finality with which he says it, I won't require protection. Julian knows a thing or two about strength, the surprising forms it can take. Thinks briefly of slight, slender Asra, the tender shape of him. The way his eyes could cut from across a room, face like a closed door, ever distant. The big, dark, dangerous things he was capable of.
He nods, accepts the other man's assertion without further argument.
And he moves then, to ready himself. Muscles pulled taught beneath feathers and flesh, body coiled and ready. Hands lifted as though to strike a blow, talons flashing dark in the cavern's cool blue light--
--he falters, at the last moment.]
But um...but what if I hurt you? This body is rather different from what I'm used to. What if I, that is...what if I don't know my own strength?
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[He eyes the other man, briefly. A quick side-long once-over that stands in sharp contrast to the way the Witch had eyed him only moments before. Long, and unabashedly appraising. Something that might just have caused flustered self-consciousness were it not for the talk of corruption, felt like a knife to the heart.
The Witch is slight, next to him. Unprotected by feathers or talons or fangs, but there's a cool dissociation about him, the finality with which he says it, I won't require protection. Julian knows a thing or two about strength, the surprising forms it can take. Thinks briefly of slight, slender Asra, the tender shape of him. The way his eyes could cut from across a room, face like a closed door, ever distant. The big, dark, dangerous things he was capable of.
He nods, accepts the other man's assertion without further argument.
And he moves then, to ready himself. Muscles pulled taught beneath feathers and flesh, body coiled and ready. Hands lifted as though to strike a blow, talons flashing dark in the cavern's cool blue light--
--he falters, at the last moment.]
But um...but what if I hurt you? This body is rather different from what I'm used to. What if I, that is...what if I don't know my own strength?