


2 Cylus 720 | Mathias Blackwood | A Dream
When Kas's hand tightened around Mathias's, the young archer knew that he had made a mistake. The uncomfortable squeeze gave way to a prickling sensation and eventually that prickling evolved into a burning. Mathias tensed and his eyes widened in surprise. It hurt, it really hurt. He didn't pull away at first out of some notion of masculinity but when the burning continued he finally gave a tug. 'Karim' didn't let up. Fuck you, you Raggedy fuck! The words never crossed Mathias's lips but they burned in his mind as vividly as Kasoria's mark burned into Mathias's hand. When the dreamwalker finally let go, Mathias pulled his hand back and shook it. Kasoria explained what he'd done but Mathias wasn't really listening.
"Ah fuck now my hand glows more." Mathias grumbled as he looked at the ring on his palm. He looked at Kas, then down as his hand, then back at Kas. "Well then, I'll be seeing you." Mathias waved slightly before turning to walk away. The hand burning had put him in a sour mood but it didn't matter because it had also brought him trills away from waking up.
And he did.

