[ Well, good thing Holland really wasn't lying. But he has no reason to lie to Fenris, anyway. The man would draw his own conclusions, and if blood magic had some kind of demonic price in his world, then at least Holland can truthfully claim that he's never even considered that.
The magic in Black London had consumed everything and everyone, but it was just magic, not something as stupid as heaven or hell. He steps closer then, pulling out his knife. ]
I appreciate it.
[ Especially because Fenris' wound looks bad and Holland is far from a healer. No Antari is, really. Their magic is chaos. Healing like this was like trying to water a plant with a fire hose. You could certainly do it. But what a waste.
Nothing for it, though. Holland brings the knife to his palm and slashes deep, unflinching. He'd need quite a bit of blood for a wound like this. ]
This will feel strange.
[ Perhaps the added explanation will help? Perhaps it won't. He does owe this man, and this wound was for Holland's benefit. Perhaps that's why his usually blank face shows a bit of concern as he places his bleeding hand over the wound, pressing down into the bloody gash. ]
As Hasari.
[ Holland speaks the words with conviction, willing his magic, his very blood to heal. The magic flows from Holland, his blood meeting Fenris' own and wills -- nearly forces Fenris' own body to accept his healing.
Unfortunately, because this is Holland, his magic doesn't exactly feel good. It smells like steel and ash, feels cold where it meets Fenris' own, a comfort that feels unnatural. It works because that's how Antari magic works. It overrides that foolish bleeding and dying that Fenris' body was trying to do, and tells it to heal. Holland doesn't technically need to keep focusing on him for it to do its job, but he'd hate to waste so powerful a spell only to do it wrong, so he keeps his gaze intent, even as sweat starts to form on his brow.
It isn't even that this spell drains Holland's blood, because it doesn't. Once his blood has met Fenris' wound, that's all he needs. But it drains his energy, and if it were possible, he'd look a little paler. And as he pulls his hand away, the magic should keep working. The price isn't something Fenris needs to pay, in fact once it's done, he should feel good as new.
Holland on the other hand, looks like he'd fall over if he took one wrong step. Oh, he puts on a good face, sure, but his hand clutching his wound shakes with exertion. ]
cw self harm for blood magic
The magic in Black London had consumed everything and everyone, but it was just magic, not something as stupid as heaven or hell. He steps closer then, pulling out his knife. ]
I appreciate it.
[ Especially because Fenris' wound looks bad and Holland is far from a healer. No Antari is, really. Their magic is chaos. Healing like this was like trying to water a plant with a fire hose. You could certainly do it. But what a waste.
Nothing for it, though. Holland brings the knife to his palm and slashes deep, unflinching. He'd need quite a bit of blood for a wound like this. ]
This will feel strange.
[ Perhaps the added explanation will help? Perhaps it won't. He does owe this man, and this wound was for Holland's benefit. Perhaps that's why his usually blank face shows a bit of concern as he places his bleeding hand over the wound, pressing down into the bloody gash. ]
As Hasari.
[ Holland speaks the words with conviction, willing his magic, his very blood to heal. The magic flows from Holland, his blood meeting Fenris' own and wills -- nearly forces Fenris' own body to accept his healing.
Unfortunately, because this is Holland, his magic doesn't exactly feel good. It smells like steel and ash, feels cold where it meets Fenris' own, a comfort that feels unnatural. It works because that's how Antari magic works. It overrides that foolish bleeding and dying that Fenris' body was trying to do, and tells it to heal. Holland doesn't technically need to keep focusing on him for it to do its job, but he'd hate to waste so powerful a spell only to do it wrong, so he keeps his gaze intent, even as sweat starts to form on his brow.
It isn't even that this spell drains Holland's blood, because it doesn't. Once his blood has met Fenris' wound, that's all he needs. But it drains his energy, and if it were possible, he'd look a little paler. And as he pulls his hand away, the magic should keep working. The price isn't something Fenris needs to pay, in fact once it's done, he should feel good as new.
Holland on the other hand, looks like he'd fall over if he took one wrong step. Oh, he puts on a good face, sure, but his hand clutching his wound shakes with exertion. ]
All better.
[ He hates that spell. But it's done. ]