This is Me

[Raffe]

Raffe was happy enough to wait after Li went to join the woman on the floor. He had plenty of things to mull over, and honestly the view was not so bad. It was not a dance anymore, but something far more dangerous looking, yet mesmerising all the same. Some part of his brain struggled to accept it was even real. They used the power to enhance the performances at Kallisti, but it was nothing like this.

A buzzer sounded and broke the spell. Raffe straightened from the wall upon which he had been slouched when Nox approached. His lips hitched into a natural smile, though it flickered a little into consideration at the immediate question.

“I’ll come back,” he said. He swiped a hand over the back of his neck. The discomfort was still there, but he wasn’t about to break a promise. He blanched a little at the talk of what was apparently left of the monastery the Ascendancy had learned his magic. The threat of the Atharim was a whole other problem, and one he didn’t really want to think about. Failing to control the power wasn’t the only thing that might kill him, after all. “How did the arm feel?”