[ In one direction Viktor's power flows from fingertips to exposed flesh, while information flows through the same pathways in the opposite direction - all that Viktor needs to know to repair the wound, and other things too. The fractured nature of his soul - or spirit - whatever word someone wants to use, the damage done to his self magic that tastes like blood and burning flesh, another self's life clinging to him like a shadow on an x-ray.
Viktor will witness flashes of the moment this damage occured. Kahlil standing in front of the broken rocks of the Great Gates from the Nayeshi side - the way back to Basawar closed, a dog with golden eyes and a blond pelt cowering in the near distance. Within him, Kahlil follows an invisible tether, a pulse across time and space, as he slices his wrists with a blade and offers his witch-tainted blood, letting the life drain out of him as he tries to force his way through a closed door into the White Space. Fields of snow emerge in the static of his vision -
He throws himself at the shattered rocks, and everything explodes into an all encompassing pain... vision seared into an intense white as if he were staring straight into the sun. He couldn't look away. He couldn't stop it. He burned and writhed, as though he were being dragged apart in a hundred different directions...
Kyle feels not the impact of the ground, but the weight of another body - the sound of a familiar voice shouting. He jolts back to consciousness, gulping in air and instinctively swinging an arm around Viktor's back. There's still chaos around them - he doesn't understand what just happened, but his heart is beating steadily, and he can feel all his limbs. ]
Viktor...?
[ In that lingering, rapidly receding connection between them, Viktor can feel a flurry of confusion and fear as his mind tries to catch up with his body, but beneath the fear is warmth too, the relief upon waking to see the person he loves, the confusion entwined with awe and devotion as he catches sight of the marks where Viktor's hand had been. ]
cw: self harm
Viktor will witness flashes of the moment this damage occured. Kahlil standing in front of the broken rocks of the Great Gates from the Nayeshi side - the way back to Basawar closed, a dog with golden eyes and a blond pelt cowering in the near distance. Within him, Kahlil follows an invisible tether, a pulse across time and space, as he slices his wrists with a blade and offers his witch-tainted blood, letting the life drain out of him as he tries to force his way through a closed door into the White Space. Fields of snow emerge in the static of his vision -
He throws himself at the shattered rocks, and everything explodes into an all encompassing pain... vision seared into an intense white as if he were staring straight into the sun. He couldn't look away. He couldn't stop it. He burned and writhed, as though he were being dragged apart in a hundred different directions...
Kyle feels not the impact of the ground, but the weight of another body - the sound of a familiar voice shouting. He jolts back to consciousness, gulping in air and instinctively swinging an arm around Viktor's back. There's still chaos around them - he doesn't understand what just happened, but his heart is beating steadily, and he can feel all his limbs. ]
Viktor...?
[ In that lingering, rapidly receding connection between them, Viktor can feel a flurry of confusion and fear as his mind tries to catch up with his body, but beneath the fear is warmth too, the relief upon waking to see the person he loves, the confusion entwined with awe and devotion as he catches sight of the marks where Viktor's hand had been. ]