[He's not afraid of Edwin dying. He won't say that being twisted to Larson's will again, or someone crueler and more powerful, is worse, but he's sure he won't allow it if he has any chance to stop it.
Jedao's shadow leaps and flashes, as though in flickering firelight, the Ninefox emerging for a few moments, yellow crown of eyes one moment, a mouthful of flames the next. The Immolation Fox is a vicious little brother, revolutionary instead of primordial, but it screams a fox's scream in Jedao's blood; where they touch and mingle, Maddie can feel a hot pointy little nose pressed briefly into her palm. It has always been a barbed wire fortification in Jedao's mind, before this Jedao even existed, and the strength she gives it is in a form it instinctively understands, growing as fire grows with any fuel, bright and hotter and stronger. Jedao feels it, the burning heart-embers, the immovable internal beacon of it. He bows his head.]
[ For a moment, their blood singing and molten together, she feels utterly aligned with someone in a way she never has in waking hours before; only in dreams, in visions, in memories that are not hers. They are the ash made in the wake of cleaning fire; they are the new spark of life and passion and change; they are a force to be reckoned with.
Jedao doesn't need it, but she reaches for a little more of that magic to heal the cut anyway, because she made it. ]
Don't mention it. Unless you're talking to Edwin.
[ She squeezes his arm for a second, breath hitching just slightly. ]
And tell him, if he can't get back here to earn his deal - I've got it.
[ She can't graduate in time to keep him safe. She'll damn well graduate to give him closure. ]
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Jedao's shadow leaps and flashes, as though in flickering firelight, the Ninefox emerging for a few moments, yellow crown of eyes one moment, a mouthful of flames the next. The Immolation Fox is a vicious little brother, revolutionary instead of primordial, but it screams a fox's scream in Jedao's blood; where they touch and mingle, Maddie can feel a hot pointy little nose pressed briefly into her palm. It has always been a barbed wire fortification in Jedao's mind, before this Jedao even existed, and the strength she gives it is in a form it instinctively understands, growing as fire grows with any fuel, bright and hotter and stronger. Jedao feels it, the burning heart-embers, the immovable internal beacon of it. He bows his head.]
Thank you, Maddie.
Re: cw: blood magic! hashtag friendship
Jedao doesn't need it, but she reaches for a little more of that magic to heal the cut anyway, because she made it. ]
Don't mention it. Unless you're talking to Edwin.
[ She squeezes his arm for a second, breath hitching just slightly. ]
And tell him, if he can't get back here to earn his deal - I've got it.
[ She can't graduate in time to keep him safe. She'll damn well graduate to give him closure. ]
Re: cw: blood magic! hashtag friendship
Understood.
I'll tell him.