Spell failure, RP with Kwan and Vlad

[lit_master]

Lyonell awoke the next morning and wondered for a few moments why he was curled up at the foot of his bed like a dog. Memory returned to him in fits and starts, flashes of runes and skin, images of agony and wild magic. He sat up, instinct trying to drag him in a dozen different directions at once. Gasp for breath, hide, gotta hide

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[striking_fear]

Vlad heard the thump of something large and perhaps furniture shaped thudding into the floor. Lyonell must be up, then. Vlad squinted through the vague headache that had persisted ever since the spell last night. Perhaps some tea would help... He wondered for a brief moment if Lyonell had anything stronger hidden away in a cabinet in that kitchen and decided against it. Coffee, then. He kept an ear in the rough direction of Lyonell's bedroom as he started a pot of coffee.

[jockofalltrades]

Kwan rolled out of bed, yawning as he rubbed his eyes. Only half awake, he wandered down the hallway into the kitchen. He didn't take note of Masters right away as he reached into the cabinet for a bowl.

[lit_master]

Conflicting emotions. Lyonell could smell people, scent them both. He didn't like people but he really did and he wanted to go in there but he couldn't...

Through sheer force of will he dragged himself into the kitchen, relying on memories of cuddling and family and kitsune and sex to convince himself that these were people he trusted.

"The instincts are trying to kick in," he warned without preamble.

[striking_fear]

"Hm. Perhaps the next pot should be decaf, then," Vlad said slowly. He made certain his motions were smooth and slow. Nonthreatening. "Are you felling better?" he asked to Lyonell as he reached over and pulled a bowl down for Kwan. Something about the boy's close proximity sent a slight shiver down his spine, although he wasn't quite certain why. Vlad shook it off and tried to distract himself by fixing a particularly large cup of coffee for Lyonell.