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He is visible only because he wants to be, and he is playing in the courtyard. Upon further inspection, it is clear to see that he is gardening. Perhaps it is not the most  conventional of gardening, actually, he seems to be burying knives. In the courtyard. 

He looks up, glancing at the person coming towards him with happy eyes but a solemn expression. He doesn’t seem to smile enough, even being such a happy boy. 

“... Hello.” 

Surana bleeds, and Cole is there in aheartbeat. It takes him a moment to realize the cause, searching through his mind and finding the answer. Blood magic. The fear that shoots through himis strong, but it isn’t for himself or even for others, but for Surana himself. 

It is dangerous. 

Cole understands why those turn to blood magic, but he wishes that most reasons it happened were not the case. He understands.He wishes he didn’t, but he did. He understands. 

He reaches out, touching his palm carefully. 

“You are hurt, and you can not heal without taking.” 

His eyes are focused on the wound, and hepulls out his dagger to cut off a part of his own shirt. It is already raggedy and patchy, and he does not mind particularly. He only recently found out that it comes off. 

“Let me help.” 

He patches the wound, slowly and carefully, tying and addressing it the way he has seen the healers do so many times before. He doesn’t bring up the blood magic, knows that reasons have reasons, even if Cole would rather them not be. 

“Please let me help.” 

The wound is healed, but he is no longer speaking of the wound. 

“You want it to be better. You want to make it better for people.” 

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Cole’s sharp blue eyes don’t move on the dagger as he runs the flat end of the blade over his fingers, it isn’t sharp there, and he enjoys the smooth texture of it all. He looks up, and makes eye contact through his wispy hair. “His hands tremble on his blade, she looks at him with begging eyes, please don’t, please don’t, and he drops the knife. Not quick enough.”

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

A rabbit bounces by. Part of him wants to reach out and hold it, but he knows if he is visible to one that he is visible to all, but still-- His hand moves forward, running over the soft fur. It is small, and is startled by his sudden appearance. 

It flees.

This is common with Cole, people fleeing from him, not wanting to speak with him, not wanting to associate-- He is alone, most of the time, but is blissfully unaware-- And if he is aware, he does not show discomfort to the fact.