[When didn't he know she was there? His energy might be in flux, his powers still not quite at their peak, but he's always known where his Virtue is. It's a gnawing pain in the center of his chest when she's too far away, a heat coiling in his stomach when she's just out of arms reach, a soft sigh in his mind when she comes close and allows them to touch.
They're still wary, it seems, both still getting used to the change in their powers, their beings, these restrictive human guises. They were beings of energy and light and dark, they were shifting and changing, Patience with wings and robes and the wind, Belphegor with limbs and claws and fire burning hot inside of him, spilling like lava from gaping chasms in rock-like skin.
Still, he knows where she is, even as muted as that awareness is now. So he turns, slightly, not bothering to curb the color of his eyes, to keep them blue instead of that burning red they naturally were. He turns, takes in the form of the woman watching him, and extends his hand, tilts his head to the side and raises his eyebrows.
Will she join him? Or will he yield and walk to her?]
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They're still wary, it seems, both still getting used to the change in their powers, their beings, these restrictive human guises. They were beings of energy and light and dark, they were shifting and changing, Patience with wings and robes and the wind, Belphegor with limbs and claws and fire burning hot inside of him, spilling like lava from gaping chasms in rock-like skin.
Still, he knows where she is, even as muted as that awareness is now. So he turns, slightly, not bothering to curb the color of his eyes, to keep them blue instead of that burning red they naturally were. He turns, takes in the form of the woman watching him, and extends his hand, tilts his head to the side and raises his eyebrows.
Will she join him? Or will he yield and walk to her?]