Getting better at detecting presence was one thing, but the chill he felt when Leo walked into the room, their orbits or auras or magnetospheres or whatever the fuck they were, were rubbing against each other. Danny turned, trying to hide his red-ringed eyes with an arched back. He wasn’t a guy that cried. Guys can cry, sure, but he was always more stable than that.
Then he’s some elemental scion and emotions reverberate through elemental alignments to send him spiraling in directions he just doesn’t get how to manage. Leo’s touch brought that chill, but it became a bit of a comfort, something light but sharp to cut through a bit of the swirling haze he found himself in.
” — m’alright, just.” He choked on a sob, and sniffled. “Shaman bullshit.”
The closer he got, the more prominent the emotion undulated from the boy. Warlocks saw and sensed the aspects of every living thing with a soul, but it was not that which made Leo pity him.
“I’ve ne'er told ye about my experiences settling into my abilities,” Leo started. A simple You’re doing fine! wasn’t going to make things better. It never did. "It wasn’t easy and the man who helped me wasn’t worth a pound of shite.“ His hand patted Danny’s shoulder. "I ne'er told ye about Baun, did I?"
