[He lets go of his wrist, to place that hand over Tristan's mouth.]
Your opinion is also worthless. A possession shouldn't talk back.
[His hand flattens against Tristan's stomach, lying still for a moment before slowly lifting, just a bit. When it does, there's a soft glow -- and bright, shining "needles" appear to jab deep into him, easily a dozen or more. They should feel like they're burning hot, and Ariel's made no effort (or perhaps doesn't yet have the skill) to keep them from hitting important places.]
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[He lets go of his wrist, to place that hand over Tristan's mouth.]
Your opinion is also worthless. A possession shouldn't talk back.
[His hand flattens against Tristan's stomach, lying still for a moment before slowly lifting, just a bit. When it does, there's a soft glow -- and bright, shining "needles" appear to jab deep into him, easily a dozen or more. They should feel like they're burning hot, and Ariel's made no effort (or perhaps doesn't yet have the skill) to keep them from hitting important places.]