The Bride Wore Blood
‘Magic…’ I whisper, ‘it surrounds us…’
‘What does it look like?’
'I pull myself up, leaning against him, and reach out, my fingers tracing the air where the light seems thickest.
‘It isn’t just light, Thade. It’s a tapestry, woven between us,' I murmur, my voice breathless. As I speak, the pale blue magic reacts, curling around our entwined limbs like living mist. It’s humming with a frequency that resonates in my bones. I watch in awe as arcs of blue lightning dance across his skin, tracing the muscles of his back and shoulders, then leaping to my own, stitching us together in a web of crackling, brilliant energy. It’s not just a feeling; it’s a physical manifestation of everything that bin
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