[ He doesn't do it on purpose, float inward toward Anders's body heat like this, hungry for more touch and more relief. Blindly, in the dark, he encircles his wrist in clammy fingers and tugs his hand to his face before either of them really know what's happening—and by then it's too late and Anders's fingertips make contact with his parched lower lip. ]
You ca—let it melt. If it must.
[ It is cruel to demand this of Anders. He knows. Whatever remains of his well of mana must be dried almost to nothing given how weak they are; whatever remains of that, used to tend his wounds. But it doesn't stop him. Doesn't stop the desperate, drugged way his too-dry tongue slides over a long-softened staff callus, hoping for ice, or maybe at least to raise enough of Anders's ire that he might put him out of his misery. ]
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Date: 2015-02-01 09:08 am (UTC)You ca—let it melt. If it must.
[ It is cruel to demand this of Anders. He knows. Whatever remains of his well of mana must be dried almost to nothing given how weak they are; whatever remains of that, used to tend his wounds. But it doesn't stop him. Doesn't stop the desperate, drugged way his too-dry tongue slides over a long-softened staff callus, hoping for ice, or maybe at least to raise enough of Anders's ire that he might put him out of his misery. ]
Please?