Seimei finishes tattooing the 恩 and has his macaque continue blotting it with gauze. He gets something else out of the little toolkit - a wooden bit, wrapped in surgical rubber rather than leather. He gives it to Ragnar. "Put this between your teeth, please," Seimei instructs. "You are obviously no stranger to pain, but when the geas takes hold it will hurt a great deal. Make sure to keep a firm grip on the wand in your other hand."
Stripping off the gloves, he goes to the pool and takes the jar from the tanuki. He uncorks it and breathes in the soft silvery light of Gyda's soul. Then he bends down over Gyda's body lying in the hot spring, and softly exhales the light into her mouth and nostrils.
The silvery light of the soul mixes with the golden light of the pool. They coalesce into Gyda, pushing out an oily dark cloud. Seimei jabs a finger at the cloud: it gathers into a tight black ball. With his pointed finger, Seimei directs the ball to the wand Ragnar is holding. The oily darkness zips down the wand, up Ragnar's arm, into his abdomen, and then into the little tattoo Seimei just made, where it glows with an angry reddish light.
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Date: 2016-02-21 06:36 pm (UTC)Stripping off the gloves, he goes to the pool and takes the jar from the tanuki. He uncorks it and breathes in the soft silvery light of Gyda's soul. Then he bends down over Gyda's body lying in the hot spring, and softly exhales the light into her mouth and nostrils.
The silvery light of the soul mixes with the golden light of the pool. They coalesce into Gyda, pushing out an oily dark cloud. Seimei jabs a finger at the cloud: it gathers into a tight black ball. With his pointed finger, Seimei directs the ball to the wand Ragnar is holding. The oily darkness zips down the wand, up Ragnar's arm, into his abdomen, and then into the little tattoo Seimei just made, where it glows with an angry reddish light.