it's instantaneous and travels up his arm quickly; a blaze of heat that hurts because of the sudden change in temperature in his body.
color blooms back into his hand and whatever little of his arm that the cold and transparency had bled into so quickly, like dropping ink into water.
but these things are barely registering to Martin. he gives a cursory glance to his hand. but it's Jon's touch that fascinates him; he'd reached out so casually with genuine concern, with soft confusion, not wanting to alarm Martin. he stares at Jon, searching his face in this quiet, easy closeness.
heat quickly reaches Martin's face, but who can say the reason why?]
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[WARM.
it's instantaneous and travels up his arm quickly; a blaze of heat that hurts because of the sudden change in temperature in his body.
color blooms back into his hand and whatever little of his arm that the cold and transparency had bled into so quickly, like dropping ink into water.
but these things are barely registering to Martin. he gives a cursory glance to his hand. but it's Jon's touch that fascinates him; he'd reached out so casually with genuine concern, with soft confusion, not wanting to alarm Martin. he stares at Jon, searching his face in this quiet, easy closeness.
heat quickly reaches Martin's face, but who can say the reason why?]