The frost on his eyelids and cheeks cracks as he blinks his eyes clear, still sucking in breath. "F... frozen..." he echoes, the word meaningless to him. He feels the cold, the stillness in his limbs, but cold is welcome. I am the ice. In deepest frost I belong...
He could stay here forever. He doesn't want to go back to the mortal aches and hunger-gnawed belly. Not yet. He has work to do. But that voice drags him back because it's wrong, he wasn't supposed to be here, he can't be here even if the mage is beyond articulating why that was. And now he/they've been found.
Floundering, he reaches out and gestures with a hand. The daedra collapses into thin air and a scattering of sparks; the thin spell-lines around them fall dark. There's just the flickering candles to light the room as Felix coughs again.
"You... you're supposed to be at the desk." He doesn't understand. Jim went there, didn't he? He checked before he walked out the door, wound his footsteps through the snow to this... lair. And now he's beginning to shiver, violently, as if his body's just realized it's not meant to be so cold.
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He could stay here forever. He doesn't want to go back to the mortal aches and hunger-gnawed belly. Not yet. He has work to do. But that voice drags him back because it's wrong, he wasn't supposed to be here, he can't be here even if the mage is beyond articulating why that was. And now he/they've been found.
Floundering, he reaches out and gestures with a hand. The daedra collapses into thin air and a scattering of sparks; the thin spell-lines around them fall dark. There's just the flickering candles to light the room as Felix coughs again.
"You... you're supposed to be at the desk." He doesn't understand. Jim went there, didn't he? He checked before he walked out the door, wound his footsteps through the snow to this... lair. And now he's beginning to shiver, violently, as if his body's just realized it's not meant to be so cold.