( blue is at least a color kirma can easily identify. the light catches his attention visibly and immediately, his ears standing straight up as his eyes trail along the patterns illuminated under her skin. he’ll give rin this much— if he was going to try and guess what magic is supposed to do, it’d appear much like this, in his mind.
the push isn’t quite so intuitive to follow, in comparison. not that there’s any resistance; his steps backward are obedient, and though her hand is likely closer to his shoulder than his heart, the nervous staccato of his pulse still thrums under her fingers. a contest of physical strength is not something he’s often found himself on the losing end of. the novelty of it was a fun enough idea, but being face to face with what that would actually look like… is a little more unnerving.
but. his back hits plaster and his ears twist back, as if it were an unexpected turn of events. )
— I’d think sweeping would be harder with a wall in the way.
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the push isn’t quite so intuitive to follow, in comparison. not that there’s any resistance; his steps backward are obedient, and though her hand is likely closer to his shoulder than his heart, the nervous staccato of his pulse still thrums under her fingers. a contest of physical strength is not something he’s often found himself on the losing end of. the novelty of it was a fun enough idea, but being face to face with what that would actually look like… is a little more unnerving.
but. his back hits plaster and his ears twist back, as if it were an unexpected turn of events. )
— I’d think sweeping would be harder with a wall in the way.
( he’s no expert, though. )