He'd know the spell was working even if he couldn't see the blue fire; he can feel it, pulling at him through his blood, drawing on his energy, transforming it into force.
The divided pentacle around the keyhole begins to turn, in slow grinding jerks.
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Date: 2011-04-29 10:59 pm (UTC)He'd know the spell was working even if he couldn't see the blue fire; he can feel it, pulling at him through his blood, drawing on his energy, transforming it into force.
The divided pentacle around the keyhole begins to turn, in slow grinding jerks.