Removing Skulduggery's taint had been a relief. Solomon's own magic going haywire? Not so much. This wasn't like before, when the addiction had been in play; in fact it was the opposite. Visions of death became so searingly cold that he was constantly surprised he didn't have frost on his clothes when he moved past them, and reaching for shadows felt like reaching for icicles.
It was times like this Solomon cursed the link with the lantern. It meant he had to return to the apartment at regular intervals, and even though Skulduggery's presence wasn't so sharp after the taint was removed, whatever was going wrong with his magic had done that all by itself.
Solomon sat in the kitchen, drinking tea to combat the cold no physical warmth could touch and staring up at the ceiling. It looked like it was growing crystals. Not ice crystals. More like quartz, or something of the like, except that it was cold. He wasn't sure if that was Skulduggery's presence upstairs, or his own.
23rd | Solomon's apartment | For Hayley
It was times like this Solomon cursed the link with the lantern. It meant he had to return to the apartment at regular intervals, and even though Skulduggery's presence wasn't so sharp after the taint was removed, whatever was going wrong with his magic had done that all by itself.
Solomon sat in the kitchen, drinking tea to combat the cold no physical warmth could touch and staring up at the ceiling. It looked like it was growing crystals. Not ice crystals. More like quartz, or something of the like, except that it was cold. He wasn't sure if that was Skulduggery's presence upstairs, or his own.