It is not a thought shared with Gilgamesh, but a distant recognition. A feeling, a desire taken second-hand. The trance begins to lessen. Hermione's hand becomes a focus for consciousness. The glow of his Shard fades with his Patronus: with the magic that ran through him. It is a comedown from a high, and Dorian well knows the sensation.
The memory of a boy lingers in his head.
"Well, that was fun," he says, reaching for Hermione's shoulder half to comfort her and half to give himself a grounding point. "Now comes the hard part of practicing. Heavens defend me." From hard work, he means. As if he was a lazy hedonist on his best days, as if he hasn't put endless hours of hard work into practicing the dozens of skills and arts and languages he has mastered over the last century.
(He reaches out a murmur to Gilgamesh, a sweet calling across their link. Beautiful. Ea, the Sword of Rupture; wolf, the incarnation of light; Enkidu, the heart of emotion. Dorian might mean any of them. He might mean all of them. But he does not clarify, only offers that enveloping thought: Beautiful.)
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It is not a thought shared with Gilgamesh, but a distant recognition. A feeling, a desire taken second-hand. The trance begins to lessen. Hermione's hand becomes a focus for consciousness. The glow of his Shard fades with his Patronus: with the magic that ran through him. It is a comedown from a high, and Dorian well knows the sensation.
The memory of a boy lingers in his head.
"Well, that was fun," he says, reaching for Hermione's shoulder half to comfort her and half to give himself a grounding point. "Now comes the hard part of practicing. Heavens defend me." From hard work, he means. As if he was a lazy hedonist on his best days, as if he hasn't put endless hours of hard work into practicing the dozens of skills and arts and languages he has mastered over the last century.
(He reaches out a murmur to Gilgamesh, a sweet calling across their link. Beautiful. Ea, the Sword of Rupture; wolf, the incarnation of light; Enkidu, the heart of emotion. Dorian might mean any of them. He might mean all of them. But he does not clarify, only offers that enveloping thought: Beautiful.)