"...fine." He spits in the palm of his glowing hand and shakes Alistair's, gripping as tightly as possible to help with the pins and needles ache. "It is a deal."
As though he will live long enough for it to matter. "...I suppose we should find the aforementioned cart."
A beat.
"Don't tell Dorian." About the hand. About any of this.
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Date: 2016-07-10 04:07 am (UTC)As though he will live long enough for it to matter. "...I suppose we should find the aforementioned cart."
A beat.
"Don't tell Dorian." About the hand. About any of this.