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bound_john (bound_john) wrote in bound_rp,

He glared as the form of the would-be-assassin retreated, throwing his hand out in frustration to extinguish the fire in front of him. As if it had never been there in the first place, it sucked into nothingness, the only trace being a darkened ring on the tarmac where the heat had fused it together.

He glanced over at Lux, who was clearly having trouble staying on her feet, but his blood was up. The magic, his family's legacy, was fire in his veins as much as it was in reality, his choler risen at the whole affair. Not only had he dared to attack him, he'd taken away his magic.

HIS MAGIC.

His glare transferred to her as the ring began to glow hot on his hand, as the mention of his name pulled his focus.

"Don't ever do that again," he snarled, the chill in his voice evident despite the heat of his fury. With a deep breath, he began to ground himself the way that he'd learned in those first days, the way he'd been taught before anything else.

"I don't know him," he said finally. "But he sure as hell seemed to know me. And my folks."

Happy birthday, he thought mirthlessly.

"There was something weird about him," he muttered, more to himself than Lux, as his anger began to abate, the magic relinquishing its hold on him. Vaguely, he thought about the severity of his reaction, the naked belligerence and aggression. Perhaps it was Lux.

Memories came unbidden of a sky filled with stars...

He clamped down on them.

"It wasn't that he didn't have power without the crystal. It was like... I don't know. There was a hole." He glanced at her. "We should get out of here."