There's a flicker of disappointment in his eyes when Istredd explains that these are not the same ravens that flocked to Wanda's domain, one of which he'd christened at her invitation.
He doesn't get the chance to comment on any of this, though, as Istredd marches straight to the purpose of their meeting. The amusement that had touched his countenance at the thought of Lucifer being pecked by a raven falls away, and his gaze moves reluctantly from the birds to Istredd. Despite the calm, patient understanding the man offers, defensiveness snaps into place.
"I'm not completely out of control," Wilhelm argues the second Istredd finishes. His fingers have tensed into fists at his sides. "It's been months since...it's caused any problems."
It being his magic. Istredd is right about the fear. He's terrified of the fire burning inside of him, kept bottled up all this time, on the level of instinct. His whole body rejects the thought of unleashing that fire.
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He doesn't get the chance to comment on any of this, though, as Istredd marches straight to the purpose of their meeting. The amusement that had touched his countenance at the thought of Lucifer being pecked by a raven falls away, and his gaze moves reluctantly from the birds to Istredd. Despite the calm, patient understanding the man offers, defensiveness snaps into place.
"I'm not completely out of control," Wilhelm argues the second Istredd finishes. His fingers have tensed into fists at his sides. "It's been months since...it's caused any problems."
It being his magic. Istredd is right about the fear. He's terrified of the fire burning inside of him, kept bottled up all this time, on the level of instinct. His whole body rejects the thought of unleashing that fire.