[Myfanwy leans around him, grabs the door itself (reassuringly metal, and solid-looking) and slams it shut over the sizzling white curtain of light the man had just produced out of his finger.
That is a useful talent. She's jealous: she's starting to get used to the trick of reaching down inside bodies and dragging muscles and senses into responding to her will, but whatever that purple thing had been, she hadn't even felt it. It'd been like an illusion.
A big, gross, horrifyingly physical illusion. Now on the other side of a big, steel door. The day's looking up.]
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[Myfanwy leans around him, grabs the door itself (reassuringly metal, and solid-looking) and slams it shut over the sizzling white curtain of light the man had just produced out of his finger.
That is a useful talent. She's jealous: she's starting to get used to the trick of reaching down inside bodies and dragging muscles and senses into responding to her will, but whatever that purple thing had been, she hadn't even felt it. It'd been like an illusion.
A big, gross, horrifyingly physical illusion. Now on the other side of a big, steel door. The day's looking up.]