"I wanted to be able to do more," he admits, running a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh. "I was hoping I could at least pinpoint their location, but I admit, I'm not as powerful as Moira."
But he is glad Demetri doesn't seem to be blaming himself for the magic not working, for it's certainly not his fault at all.
He's taken by surprise when Demetri inquires after his attack, a gentle question not set off by flashing lights and eager pens desperate for a juicy headline. When his hand grasps his chin, one thumb glancing against his cheek, Fabrice finds himself leaning into the touch as naturally as breathing. His touch is kind; it sends warm shivers down him, makes him not as afraid of the purple vision in the bowl.
"Well, that's the thing," he says, his voice coming out in little more than a whisper. He's struck by how easy it feels to confide in Demetri. "I don't remember what happened; they told me I was stabbed, but they never fond the weapon. All I can recall is a flash of purple, like I saw in the bowl."
He notices the other man tense at something out of the corner of his eye, and he realizes that the cats are in the room, walking along the edge and keeping their eyes on Demetri.
"Don't worry, they won't hurt you," he assures him, suddenly inspired to reach up and cover Demetri's hand on his face with his own. "I can have them leave if they bother you."
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But he is glad Demetri doesn't seem to be blaming himself for the magic not working, for it's certainly not his fault at all.
He's taken by surprise when Demetri inquires after his attack, a gentle question not set off by flashing lights and eager pens desperate for a juicy headline. When his hand grasps his chin, one thumb glancing against his cheek, Fabrice finds himself leaning into the touch as naturally as breathing. His touch is kind; it sends warm shivers down him, makes him not as afraid of the purple vision in the bowl.
"Well, that's the thing," he says, his voice coming out in little more than a whisper. He's struck by how easy it feels to confide in Demetri. "I don't remember what happened; they told me I was stabbed, but they never fond the weapon. All I can recall is a flash of purple, like I saw in the bowl."
He notices the other man tense at something out of the corner of his eye, and he realizes that the cats are in the room, walking along the edge and keeping their eyes on Demetri.
"Don't worry, they won't hurt you," he assures him, suddenly inspired to reach up and cover Demetri's hand on his face with his own. "I can have them leave if they bother you."