( at first, he tilts his head back to find the curve of sizhui's shoulder, hands flattening out on his arms to keep him held close. finding this unsatisfactory, he peels away, turning in the chair enough to face him head on, wrapping his arms around sizhui's neck instead. hugging him, harry lets out a breath like he didn't know he was holding it, words a little muffled as they're mushed against his shoulder. )
It's fine.
( it's fine in the way that it isn't, but there really isn't anything much to be done about it. he switches gears, )
Do you think a magic that could read your mind is ... morally ambiguous? Or is it evil?
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It's fine.
( it's fine in the way that it isn't, but there really isn't anything much to be done about it. he switches gears, )
Do you think a magic that could read your mind is ... morally ambiguous? Or is it evil?