[Nyx was just beginning to think that something he'd eaten hadn't agreed with him when he ventures into Rachel's shop; the slow curl of nausea in his stomach causing him to frown until he sees her. Then his expression lights up. Not wanting to bother her for the moment as she helps another customer, Nyx steps around the shop.
He's proud that she has it, though he's not really sure whether or not he has any right to that feeling anymore. Nor is he sure what all this stuff is even for. But he can be happy for her anyway, he thinks. Even after all these years he wants nothing but the best for her. He knows that now.
He runs his fingers delicately over fine leaves, getting momentarily lost in a hazy memory of trees and the sound of water bubbling over smoothed stones. Then places his other hand over his stomach when the nausea surges. He's not quite at the 'wanting to hurl' stage, probably, but it's distinctly uncomfortable nonetheless.
Unbeknownst to him, should Rachel check his aura, it's likely a LOT brighter than a regular human's. There's magic in his soul, weaker than it probably should be, but growing stronger the longer he allows himself to rest. It's a vibrant blueish purple, with a grey tinge around where his injuries centered, as if the magic itself was what caused the damage in the first place.]
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He's proud that she has it, though he's not really sure whether or not he has any right to that feeling anymore. Nor is he sure what all this stuff is even for. But he can be happy for her anyway, he thinks. Even after all these years he wants nothing but the best for her. He knows that now.
He runs his fingers delicately over fine leaves, getting momentarily lost in a hazy memory of trees and the sound of water bubbling over smoothed stones. Then places his other hand over his stomach when the nausea surges. He's not quite at the 'wanting to hurl' stage, probably, but it's distinctly uncomfortable nonetheless.
Unbeknownst to him, should Rachel check his aura, it's likely a LOT brighter than a regular human's. There's magic in his soul, weaker than it probably should be, but growing stronger the longer he allows himself to rest. It's a vibrant blueish purple, with a grey tinge around where his injuries centered, as if the magic itself was what caused the damage in the first place.]