Kell shakes his head, unwilling to believe that. Of course it's impossible for other people, but a traveller is what he is. Kell stares down at his hand, debating with himself whether he ought to cut himself open and try again, fatigued or not, but the shudder of his heart reminds him of something even more pressing.
Eyes widening, Kell pulls at his shirt, parting it to expose the silver concentric circles scarred over his heart. The seal is still there. He can't feel Rhy, but the seal is there, meaning the magic holds. It must, across worlds even, as it always has before, but why can't he feel him? "Rhy," Kell whispers, closing his eyes to feel for him again, but there's nothing.
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Date: 2016-03-01 09:19 pm (UTC)Eyes widening, Kell pulls at his shirt, parting it to expose the silver concentric circles scarred over his heart. The seal is still there. He can't feel Rhy, but the seal is there, meaning the magic holds. It must, across worlds even, as it always has before, but why can't he feel him? "Rhy," Kell whispers, closing his eyes to feel for him again, but there's nothing.