"Then why does it feel as though I can't move?" He grimaces. "It is as though I am being changed again, despite myself. I must be spending too much time in these shapes that are not mine. This is my home, but I sometimes feel as though I cannot breathe here, if you follow the metaphor." After all, he doesn't breathe.
"I felt it when I was making Axel's heart, the chains that one wears on one's heart, connecting one's heart to the hearts of others... I am not a creature fashioned to wear such." So he balks under their hold, like Free Magic under the hold of the Charter.
The making of Yrael's own heart is a much more organic process than the making of Axel's heart, but is no less painful.
He looks up at her, head tilted, the frustrated look still on his face, tempered with slight bewilderment. "Why should I have power over you?" Yrael has never had power over anyone.
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Date: 2008-02-25 05:10 am (UTC)From:"I felt it when I was making Axel's heart, the chains that one wears on one's heart, connecting one's heart to the hearts of others... I am not a creature fashioned to wear such." So he balks under their hold, like Free Magic under the hold of the Charter.
The making of Yrael's own heart is a much more organic process than the making of Axel's heart, but is no less painful.
He looks up at her, head tilted, the frustrated look still on his face, tempered with slight bewilderment. "Why should I have power over you?" Yrael has never had power over anyone.