pastdoesntdefine: (Face: How I Used To Be)
★ Agent Carolina //★\\ Clair Moran ★ ([personal profile] pastdoesntdefine) wrote in [personal profile] goddamngrenades 2015-09-14 10:28 pm (UTC)

So much regret. Later.

She sweeps in immediately once permission is given; she has license to go where she pleases now, and he'll have to put a great deal of effort in to reverse that. Until then, however..

She steps cautiously forwards, frowning to herself, before extending one hand out, palm up. Flecks of black dust begin to be drawn in, swirling in place, mixing in flickers of orange-gold light. Her talons close inwards, quashing the power, before her wrist turns and her hand is held over his bed.

Then Carolina steps back and closes her eyes. There's no wind at all today, but energy briefly surges within York's room, glyphs forming, flashing into sooty existance on walls and glass panes, before disappearing entirely. Unseen, except to those who cared to look closely - and then they'd be a faint, translucent sheen only.

Motes of light scatter from her palm, coming to rest over his bed. Once dusted, she draws a sigil with a claw across the center of the sheets; whatever flesh comes to contact here will be sealed in the spell for as long as they remain in the room.

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