[Of course, he has no idea his feelings just broke the dam of his own mind and flooded into her. They weren't warned. Who would expect that, though maybe by now, he really should? Isn't it always something here? But he has no idea; all he knows is that he can feel something that isn't his now, too, and his eyes go wide. He looks at their hands, then at her face, too stricken to be guarded just for a moment.
They aren't his, are they? Tired . . . so tired. Kadoc knows that feeling. So many days over so many years of striving for something he wasn't certain he'd ever obtain, back in his childhood. So many freezing nights in Russia without sleep, poring over battle plans and political manipulations that he'd known would probably come to nothing in the grand scheme of things, and yet he'd needed to labor under them anyway. He'd wanted to. Yeah, he's been fucking tired.
But these days, he isn't, not so much. It has to be coming from her.
The moment passes, and the feelings fade. Kadoc jerks his hands away to hold them up to his chest with a little gasp of his own, just a sound in his throat.
What's really the strangest thing about it all is that, despite the dawning shock of what must have just happened, he still feels better, like something nasty was purged from him. Well. That had been the point of the spell, now, hadn't it?]
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They aren't his, are they? Tired . . . so tired. Kadoc knows that feeling. So many days over so many years of striving for something he wasn't certain he'd ever obtain, back in his childhood. So many freezing nights in Russia without sleep, poring over battle plans and political manipulations that he'd known would probably come to nothing in the grand scheme of things, and yet he'd needed to labor under them anyway. He'd wanted to. Yeah, he's been fucking tired.
But these days, he isn't, not so much. It has to be coming from her.
The moment passes, and the feelings fade. Kadoc jerks his hands away to hold them up to his chest with a little gasp of his own, just a sound in his throat.
What's really the strangest thing about it all is that, despite the dawning shock of what must have just happened, he still feels better, like something nasty was purged from him. Well. That had been the point of the spell, now, hadn't it?]