[ the pain is immense — worse, really, for having no clear cause, for being cleaved open by nothing. there is no distraction of a source. just the pain, and alina's efforts to hold herself back from pushing ianthe away to stop it.
she bites down into the cloth. grabs against ianthe's knee, fingers digging in. the cloth muffles a pained noise, a low grunting of sorts.
the pain draws out her power, too. a crackling white-blue light that forms like a cloud of electricity around them, swallowing ianthe with her. ]
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she bites down into the cloth. grabs against ianthe's knee, fingers digging in. the cloth muffles a pained noise, a low grunting of sorts.
the pain draws out her power, too. a crackling white-blue light that forms like a cloud of electricity around them, swallowing ianthe with her. ]