[Yanked forward, Stephen feels powerless to wrench himself away, even though it would only take a twist of his wrist to call forth his magic, pushing her asideβ
But this is like that one time, almost, held mid-air with points as sharp as daggers, as sharp as needlepoints, coming in close to pierce his skin. It feels the same, even though it isnβt; the logical part of his mind says that it must be the lights, the thing in the room with them, but his body is still. He looks at her unwavering, even as her touch hovers around his throat.]
What interest is it of yours? I tried to keep Earth safe, once. Tried to keep half of the universe from blinking out. And that meant enduring capture by an alien race, held up and tortured by someone who thought he was the superior magic wielder, with every nerve in my body screaming as lances pierced into me.
Does it give you pleasure to hear me say that? Donβt pretend to care out of anything like decency.
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But this is like that one time, almost, held mid-air with points as sharp as daggers, as sharp as needlepoints, coming in close to pierce his skin. It feels the same, even though it isnβt; the logical part of his mind says that it must be the lights, the thing in the room with them, but his body is still. He looks at her unwavering, even as her touch hovers around his throat.]
What interest is it of yours? I tried to keep Earth safe, once. Tried to keep half of the universe from blinking out. And that meant enduring capture by an alien race, held up and tortured by someone who thought he was the superior magic wielder, with every nerve in my body screaming as lances pierced into me.
Does it give you pleasure to hear me say that? Donβt pretend to care out of anything like decency.