It's a more careful and deliberate opening of her head than before, when haste had driven the application of hammer and awl, the cold kiss of metal against her frontal bone as Ianthe lined up and struck. Bizarrely, she can feel her body's urge to knit itself into wholeness as Palamedes cuts, severed vessels and layers of dermis vibrating with thalergy she has to hold in check. It takes every bit of the energy she expected, but there's a gloriousness to the effort, an expression of her power that sings a little bit in her veins.
Behold me, Griddle, she remembers herself saying, woozy with her own triumph. Feeling a trickle of blood run down from the incision, a leak Sextus hadn't managed to catch, she reaches a thin hand up, drying the trace to powder and brushing it aside.
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Date: 2021-05-23 12:31 am (UTC)Behold me, Griddle, she remembers herself saying, woozy with her own triumph. Feeling a trickle of blood run down from the incision, a leak Sextus hadn't managed to catch, she reaches a thin hand up, drying the trace to powder and brushing it aside.