Once the initial powerful rush of magic settles into a steady thrum of energy between them, K's characteristic equanimity rises to the forefront of their now shared emotional landscape, providing a solid foundation. It's not unlike the calm he usually emanates, but amplified severalfold by the bond. He considers Viktor's question for a few moments before glancing back up at him.
"I think it's going to be different for each individual, for each bond," he eventually answers. "You feel different from the way Jayce does, to me. Distinctly. And..."
He hesitates, then gives Viktor's hand a light tug and leads him over to one of the plush sofas, encouraging him with a nod to finally have a seat if he wants to.
"I can feel something else, too," K finishes his thought, sounding uncertain — and through their bond, worried. "Something that isn't you." And he isn't sure if Viktor's even aware of whatever it is, himself.
Viktor followed K to the couch and sat down on it when it was offered. He hadn't really noticed that he had been holding K's hand this whole time and now actually felt odd about releasing it. It felt rather nice to be able to hold it physically while he felt a new sense of a bond internally. He didn't say anything in return but a sense of resignation came with his sigh. If K was binding himself to Viktor it was only fair that he understand what that could mean
Using one hand he loosened the fingers of the glove one at a time until he was able to remove the whole thing. Beneath the glove, his hand had become something like metallic stone showing fractured and muted reflections of everything around it. Yet the hand moved just like the hand had always moved.
"It's more than likely that you can feel what this is doing to me."
It was still warm to the touch as anyone's hand would be, though.
"I was told that my 'aether' is being very slowly consumed, which I took to mean my life force or whatever it is is about a human that can be magical."
Now real fear swirled up through Viktor's wonder at the new bond, but outwardly he just looked a little pensive.
"I once felt what it would be like to have no more aether left. I didn't feel anything. Like it was all disturbingly numb."
Viktor shook his head still staring at the hand.
"It was frightening."
Before coming to Folkmore, Viktor had never known what it was like to feel any emotions but painful ones or guilt so even in his own mind it would offer a gruesome kind of relief. But feeling what he could now he was so afraid to lose what he had come to cherish.
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"I think it's going to be different for each individual, for each bond," he eventually answers. "You feel different from the way Jayce does, to me. Distinctly. And..."
He hesitates, then gives Viktor's hand a light tug and leads him over to one of the plush sofas, encouraging him with a nod to finally have a seat if he wants to.
"I can feel something else, too," K finishes his thought, sounding uncertain — and through their bond, worried. "Something that isn't you." And he isn't sure if Viktor's even aware of whatever it is, himself.
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Using one hand he loosened the fingers of the glove one at a time until he was able to remove the whole thing. Beneath the glove, his hand had become something like metallic stone showing fractured and muted reflections of everything around it. Yet the hand moved just like the hand had always moved.
"It's more than likely that you can feel what this is doing to me."
It was still warm to the touch as anyone's hand would be, though.
"I was told that my 'aether' is being very slowly consumed, which I took to mean my life force or whatever it is is about a human that can be magical."
Now real fear swirled up through Viktor's wonder at the new bond, but outwardly he just looked a little pensive.
"I once felt what it would be like to have no more aether left. I didn't feel anything. Like it was all disturbingly numb."
Viktor shook his head still staring at the hand.
"It was frightening."
Before coming to Folkmore, Viktor had never known what it was like to feel any emotions but painful ones or guilt so even in his own mind it would offer a gruesome kind of relief. But feeling what he could now he was so afraid to lose what he had come to cherish.