"It's the right way around?" Magnus asks, and then frowns. "I wonder if I could reattach it the wrong way around. That would be pretty cool, actually... not the point, Chase." He's getting distracted. It's the overwhelming throbbing pain; that kind of thing tends to be distracting.
He reaches inside himself and draws on the warmth of Galahad being here with him, helping him, holding his severed toe to his foot. The fact that Galahad is getting married to the love of his life. The look on Hanguang-jun's face right after he gives Magnus a big old bear hug. The curve of Alex's lips when she's pretending like she isn't smiling at him. Sagramore's expression when Magnus called him an adult-shaped adult. Gu Xiang when she borrowed his qi and used it to punch through cave walls. Shen Yuan crowing, victoriously, as he unlocks another character. Mallory and Halfblood and TJ, blood in their teeth halfway through a Battle Practice when they're not immediately losing. Hearthstone watching Blitzen sell his clothes. Drosera biting at snow and looking surprised at the cold. The pride on Qi Yan's face when Magnus answers one of her questions well. Tress when she's remembering Charlie. Nina, laughing as she explains another thing about flirting. Claudius touching his ring and talking about Galahad's eyes. Galahad's eyes, right now, carefully watching Magnus, even with the distance behind them from his vision. The beautiful poison dart frog sketch of Alex that Magnus keeps with him all the time, 24/7.
With each thought, Magnus grows warmer and warmer. As usual, it's harder to heal himself than it would be to heal someone else. He concentrates on the source of that pain, and tries to will himself into wholeness, burning out infection and pain alike, encouraging flesh and bone to knit back together. It takes some time; he's breathless with it and sweating, slipping in the tub. Alex's face, hanging upside down as he swings from a branch in Magnus's room in Valhalla. Alex's hand, callused against his, her skin dark against Magnus's uber-paleness. Alex's curls falling into his eyes. Alex, sitting still and letting Galahad commit her to paper even though she hates being pinned down, so Magnus could have the drawings.
Light and heat burst from Magnus's foot. Bone knits together with a sickening crunch, and he nearly whites out from the feeling of it. That's the hard part; the rest is just flesh. Magnus is good with flesh. He takes a deep breath and concentrates.
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He reaches inside himself and draws on the warmth of Galahad being here with him, helping him, holding his severed toe to his foot. The fact that Galahad is getting married to the love of his life. The look on Hanguang-jun's face right after he gives Magnus a big old bear hug. The curve of Alex's lips when she's pretending like she isn't smiling at him. Sagramore's expression when Magnus called him an adult-shaped adult. Gu Xiang when she borrowed his qi and used it to punch through cave walls. Shen Yuan crowing, victoriously, as he unlocks another character. Mallory and Halfblood and TJ, blood in their teeth halfway through a Battle Practice when they're not immediately losing. Hearthstone watching Blitzen sell his clothes. Drosera biting at snow and looking surprised at the cold. The pride on Qi Yan's face when Magnus answers one of her questions well. Tress when she's remembering Charlie. Nina, laughing as she explains another thing about flirting. Claudius touching his ring and talking about Galahad's eyes. Galahad's eyes, right now, carefully watching Magnus, even with the distance behind them from his vision. The beautiful poison dart frog sketch of Alex that Magnus keeps with him all the time, 24/7.
With each thought, Magnus grows warmer and warmer. As usual, it's harder to heal himself than it would be to heal someone else. He concentrates on the source of that pain, and tries to will himself into wholeness, burning out infection and pain alike, encouraging flesh and bone to knit back together. It takes some time; he's breathless with it and sweating, slipping in the tub. Alex's face, hanging upside down as he swings from a branch in Magnus's room in Valhalla. Alex's hand, callused against his, her skin dark against Magnus's uber-paleness. Alex's curls falling into his eyes. Alex, sitting still and letting Galahad commit her to paper even though she hates being pinned down, so Magnus could have the drawings.
Light and heat burst from Magnus's foot. Bone knits together with a sickening crunch, and he nearly whites out from the feeling of it. That's the hard part; the rest is just flesh. Magnus is good with flesh. He takes a deep breath and concentrates.