- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Futanari
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Action/ Adventure, Romance, and Fantasy
"See? I'm the new girl but I know a few things!" Ila said puffing out her chest with pride.
Ila then smirked at how stubborn Kanda was but still took his hand with a firm yet gentle grip. "Oh stop being a stick in the mud."
At first, nothing happened. In fact for about 30 seconds they were just walking and holding hands with Ila wearing an oddly triumphant grin. It was warm, and comforting to her usually cold hands. Then she glanced up to him from the corner of her eye, that azure glow coming to life within them before the pair of hawk feathers she wore tied to her wrist lifted as magic grew thick on the air surrounding their palms.
"There we go..." She said, looking forward as their magic pulse flowed as one. It was a technique seldom used these days with the lack of war time and need of quick recovery, but Kanda would feel an almost intimate connection with Ila's spirit and mind. Not so far as to share her thoughts, but deep enough of a connection for her magic to flow freely into his body to speed up his recovery. Unlike his fire, hers was a magic that had no clear description. It was cold and empty, yet welcoming. A receptive type of magic that could be used to empower those she cared strongly enough for at the expense of temporarily weakening herself. But as She had hardly used any of her magic she had plenty to spare.
Ila then smirked at how stubborn Kanda was but still took his hand with a firm yet gentle grip. "Oh stop being a stick in the mud."
At first, nothing happened. In fact for about 30 seconds they were just walking and holding hands with Ila wearing an oddly triumphant grin. It was warm, and comforting to her usually cold hands. Then she glanced up to him from the corner of her eye, that azure glow coming to life within them before the pair of hawk feathers she wore tied to her wrist lifted as magic grew thick on the air surrounding their palms.
"There we go..." She said, looking forward as their magic pulse flowed as one. It was a technique seldom used these days with the lack of war time and need of quick recovery, but Kanda would feel an almost intimate connection with Ila's spirit and mind. Not so far as to share her thoughts, but deep enough of a connection for her magic to flow freely into his body to speed up his recovery. Unlike his fire, hers was a magic that had no clear description. It was cold and empty, yet welcoming. A receptive type of magic that could be used to empower those she cared strongly enough for at the expense of temporarily weakening herself. But as She had hardly used any of her magic she had plenty to spare.