[Godfrey is heavy in his arms, an impossible weight against his chest as Gale struggles to hold him up, his own heart racing and beating furiously against the inside of his ribcage.]
No, no!
[He doesn't recognize his own voice, raw and desperate, and he places a hand flat against Godfrey's chest and the blossoming heat within it, clenching his jaw as the paladin's eyes give way to brilliant light. He is all instinct now, pushing back against whatever this is that has taken hold of his lover, fighting to expel it with the sheer force of the arcane powers that flows through his own veins, drawn from the very atmosphere, and yet for all the strength he has regained, he can feel the futility of it, feel that this force he rails against is nothing less than divine.]
Godfrey!
[His voice echoes as it reaches the rafters— but already, he fears it falls on deaf ears, that the man in his arms has slipped beyond his reach.]
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No, no!
[He doesn't recognize his own voice, raw and desperate, and he places a hand flat against Godfrey's chest and the blossoming heat within it, clenching his jaw as the paladin's eyes give way to brilliant light. He is all instinct now, pushing back against whatever this is that has taken hold of his lover, fighting to expel it with the sheer force of the arcane powers that flows through his own veins, drawn from the very atmosphere, and yet for all the strength he has regained, he can feel the futility of it, feel that this force he rails against is nothing less than divine.]
Godfrey!
[His voice echoes as it reaches the rafters— but already, he fears it falls on deaf ears, that the man in his arms has slipped beyond his reach.]