An answer offered up without hesitation or complication. She drops her gaze to admire their hands, the way they look together, as she sets her answer against his.
"It's always been part of me. I wouldn't be myself without it."
And that's not quite true for him. Derrica knows where her magic comes from. She's never known herself without it. There are parts of Loxley's magic that are new to him. They exist separately from him, weapon rather than something intrinsic, knitted into his body.
"What were you going to say?" she prompts, looking back up to his face.
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An answer offered up without hesitation or complication. She drops her gaze to admire their hands, the way they look together, as she sets her answer against his.
"It's always been part of me. I wouldn't be myself without it."
And that's not quite true for him. Derrica knows where her magic comes from. She's never known herself without it. There are parts of Loxley's magic that are new to him. They exist separately from him, weapon rather than something intrinsic, knitted into his body.
"What were you going to say?" she prompts, looking back up to his face.