[ Like shrunken veins where blood should be flowing. Atrophy. Or something more sinister, perhaps.
His brow furrows in concentration, the air around him stirring, and the glow where their hands join brightens, warmth pouring through their connection. To the other man, it might feel like sinking into a soothing bath.
It is but a gentle push, encouraging that energy to stir, to follow the natural flow as it had once before...
But if there is any sign of resistance or discomfort, he is ready to relinquish his hold. ]
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His brow furrows in concentration, the air around him stirring, and the glow where their hands join brightens, warmth pouring through their connection. To the other man, it might feel like sinking into a soothing bath.
It is but a gentle push, encouraging that energy to stir, to follow the natural flow as it had once before...
But if there is any sign of resistance or discomfort, he is ready to relinquish his hold. ]