（ it can, of course. and does. the moments that kulo vayn is fully dormant are few and far between to begin with — but there are times when it is... muted, held down deep in the chains of its own severed strength. there's a reason, cy has mentioned, that he's weaker than the other gods of his world. the reason is that much of that strength — that's been used to kill, to decimate worlds — is bound up in the cage of its true master. what's left is life support. enough to keep his body functioning in perpetuity. enough to give him parlour magic tricks that would be comparatively held in the hands of a semi-competent fraudster.
but at this demonstration of power, subtle and soft though it is, it raises its head.
sasuke has held its interest from the start. it's rare to meet anyone so steeped in war as to catch its eye. and like a predator, it watches with keen, hungry interest at the suggestion of a prey animal in its vicinity — one that might, just might offer up enough of a fight.
but cy is a practiced hand at reeling it back, pushing it down. and he does — and it's worth it, because the immediate beauty of their imagined surroundings makes him draw a sharp, wondering breath. he turns his hand over, watching as the sunlight seems to dapple it. as illusions go, it's certainly one of the best he's ever seen — second only to iantha and her absolute dominion over dreaming. he knows it's fake only because of the forewarning, and because there's a — seam, a division in the mind, a line that kulo vayn tongues at like an open wound. but if not for those two things...
yeah. he can see why people would fear this — although none lives in him, as he stands amidst trees, and rustling leaves, and a warm summer's day. his eyes close, and he just — enjoys the filter of sensation to his other senses, his hand seeking out sasuke's.
his exhalation comes slow and steady, and when he opens his eyes he does meet sasuke's with a faint cant to his head. ghostly impressions aside, there's nothing but beauty here — as much because it is a thing shared as the setting itself. ）
Huh. （ just that one single sound, barely a word, lit with curiosity and love. ） Neat.
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but at this demonstration of power, subtle and soft though it is, it raises its head.
sasuke has held its interest from the start. it's rare to meet anyone so steeped in war as to catch its eye. and like a predator, it watches with keen, hungry interest at the suggestion of a prey animal in its vicinity — one that might, just might offer up enough of a fight.
but cy is a practiced hand at reeling it back, pushing it down. and he does — and it's worth it, because the immediate beauty of their imagined surroundings makes him draw a sharp, wondering breath. he turns his hand over, watching as the sunlight seems to dapple it. as illusions go, it's certainly one of the best he's ever seen — second only to iantha and her absolute dominion over dreaming. he knows it's fake only because of the forewarning, and because there's a — seam, a division in the mind, a line that kulo vayn tongues at like an open wound. but if not for those two things...
yeah. he can see why people would fear this — although none lives in him, as he stands amidst trees, and rustling leaves, and a warm summer's day. his eyes close, and he just — enjoys the filter of sensation to his other senses, his hand seeking out sasuke's.
his exhalation comes slow and steady, and when he opens his eyes he does meet sasuke's with a faint cant to his head. ghostly impressions aside, there's nothing but beauty here — as much because it is a thing shared as the setting itself. ）
Huh. （ just that one single sound, barely a word, lit with curiosity and love. ） Neat.