[Bren could indeed feel the flush of magic shivering beneath his touch, even if he was still coming to understand magic fully in this life. It was oddly a second nature to him, as if his soul remembered wielding the arcane power, muscle memory that had somehow survived from one life into the next. Just like his heart remembered beating for Essek Thelyss and Essek Thelyss alone.
This was the first time that the werewolf had been out among a crowd of people since he had been turned, and he could feel the anxiety building inside him, threatening to choke his from his lungs. But Essek was there, and Bren drew strength from his presence, from the contact of Essek's hand on his arm.]
A mystery am I? I suppose that's appropriate enough. Let them talk, so long as they know I am yours, nothing else matters.
[Except perhaps that people also knew that Essek was his -- and this realization came into very sharp focus when the first few people approached and began making polite conversation. It was the way some of them looked too long at Essek, the fawning and the flattery that had Bren shifting closer ever so slightly, fighting the urge to bare his teeth.
Instead he quite deliberately moved to set a hand against the small of Essek's back, a gentle but pointedly intimate touch, a subtle claim for anyone watching. This man was his, and he would not be sharing him with anyone.]
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Date: 2023-06-15 08:07 am (UTC)This was the first time that the werewolf had been out among a crowd of people since he had been turned, and he could feel the anxiety building inside him, threatening to choke his from his lungs. But Essek was there, and Bren drew strength from his presence, from the contact of Essek's hand on his arm.]
A mystery am I? I suppose that's appropriate enough. Let them talk, so long as they know I am yours, nothing else matters.
[Except perhaps that people also knew that Essek was his -- and this realization came into very sharp focus when the first few people approached and began making polite conversation. It was the way some of them looked too long at Essek, the fawning and the flattery that had Bren shifting closer ever so slightly, fighting the urge to bare his teeth.
Instead he quite deliberately moved to set a hand against the small of Essek's back, a gentle but pointedly intimate touch, a subtle claim for anyone watching. This man was his, and he would not be sharing him with anyone.]