[There's the tightening of Asra's grip and automatically Julian attempts to steady himself, bodily attuned to casual acts of control like no other. It serves him well here though, helps to ground him back inside of himself enough to keep his head as they continue to move, as Asra pulls him along behind him.
They reach the mirror, and something in him momentarily stiffens, a brief bright hesitation because even now, his feelings toward magic are complicated things. He's not given much time to think about it, though, as Asra pulls him through after him, and for a moment there's a sweep of cold over skin, like pushing through a wall of cool water. His eye closes against it and he lets out a quiet utterance of surprise but in the next instant they're in and through and the room beyond it is-- well.
Is more like home than anything else he's encountered since his arrival. It seems, very much, like a reflection of Asra, and briefly brings an image up into his mind, of the magician lounging cat-like amidst a pile of coloured cushions in another time, a place that is now lost to them.
He shakes his head, collecting himself, and when Asra finally releases him he moves to do as he's been bidden. Crosses his long legs underneath him as he begins to peel off one glove, then the other. Extends pale and long-fingered hands for the magician to take.]
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They reach the mirror, and something in him momentarily stiffens, a brief bright hesitation because even now, his feelings toward magic are complicated things. He's not given much time to think about it, though, as Asra pulls him through after him, and for a moment there's a sweep of cold over skin, like pushing through a wall of cool water. His eye closes against it and he lets out a quiet utterance of surprise but in the next instant they're in and through and the room beyond it is-- well.
Is more like home than anything else he's encountered since his arrival. It seems, very much, like a reflection of Asra, and briefly brings an image up into his mind, of the magician lounging cat-like amidst a pile of coloured cushions in another time, a place that is now lost to them.
He shakes his head, collecting himself, and when Asra finally releases him he moves to do as he's been bidden. Crosses his long legs underneath him as he begins to peel off one glove, then the other. Extends pale and long-fingered hands for the magician to take.]
Well um, this is cozy isn't it? Very nostalgic.
[His chattering to soothe his own frayed nerves.]